You know I tell it like it is, so let's face it,
every man, I believe, has had a mannequin fantasy
at some time or another in their lives.

Every time I see a mannequin, I think of that great
Twilight Zone episode where the guy was a prisoner, sentenced
to life on an asteroid, and he was given a 'robot' that looked
just like a woman. He hated her, thought she was given to him to
mock him for being a criminal.

As time went by, he grew to love her. He was given a pardon, but was
told that she could not come along on the spacecraft back to earth because
she was excess weight. By now, he had believed she was for real, and refused
to leave without her. The captain of the ship had no choice, but to shoot her,
and then in a dying robotic voice she said, "Cory!...C-O-R-Y...C--O--R--Y..."