Why do you have an imagination where this robot, who has an endless supply of materials can only invent, in your head, basic contraptions. My robot by now, has not only built my bidet, but an entire luxurious home, fitted with aids for the armless. I even have time now to chop peppers with my feet.Like he’s a robot so he’d be really strong. So after I shit he could stir me around in the river real fast like a washing machine. As long as he wouldn’t over do it and break my neck.
Maybe some protective goggles and a C-collar