How I imagine it went down.

“So you’re going to sit back, relax, and Andrea will stick these on your forehead and your temples. They connect to this machine here, and then back out to connectors on my head, and what’ll happen is I’m going to download all of your thoughts into my brain.”

“Um, wouldn’t it be easier to, I don’t know, just make me your running mate?”

(Beat.)

“No, we really think this is the way to go.”