Lee is a guy who likes jamming things inside himself that don't belong there and the Lovetron 9000 is something he wants you to jam in yourself so you can jam it in someone else and create an ouroboros of jamtastical vibro-humpinations. Basically, it's a vibrator that gets implanted in your real-life flesh mallet. Once in place, your hum-drum dinky doodle turns into the Buzz Lightyear of ham tubers. Suddenly, all porking is set to 11 and whatever you're plowing in, on, against, under or through will be all a-twitter with jazzy vibrations and a vague sense of unease. Have you ever tried to drink water from the far side of the glass while someone finger bangs you? It feels exactly like that.
Now you might be saying aloud in your local Starbucks, "Oh, a surgically implanted joy buzzer in the noggin of your albino cave dweller, that's old news." But wait! There's more! You can even sync the Lovetron 9000 to music so that your special someone can finally find out what it's like to get grundle-chummed to the sexy rhythm of "Jumper" by Third Eye Blind. I wish you'd step back from that intense orgasm, my friend.
All things being equal, the only foreseeable downside to the Lovetron 9000, besides a name that, if uttered aloud, will end all chances of a serious sexual encounter, is the potential flesh-eating infection you could get from having a foreign object inserted surgically into your cookie pounder. Or maybe complications from the surgery that prevent you from ever getting an erection again. Or some kind of dickie drooling caused by a nick in the ol' hose so that all your piss and jizz shoots out cockeyed from now on and you go off like a fire hydrant in an old-timey Brooklyn neighborhood.