Ouch darling, that hurt

Phil was not having a good time. He was having a brilliant time. Even though Tara had just virtually shouted the word "breasts" a tad too loud and Keto had given his girlfreind a dodgy look.
 
"You though how you're going copy yourself. The photocopyer/black and white thingey doest work. "
 
Phil thought.
 
Thinking...
 
Still thinking
 
 
more thinking
 
 
An idea. "Ahha. I have it."
 
"Well don't let keto know, he'll want to try and put some ointment on it."
 
"Ha, ha. No, my idea was this. The challenge was to COPY our bodeis, yes?"
 
"Yes..," said Tara, with a slight pause.
 
"Well, my idea is this. Wire up my light bee's emiters to the photocopy and get  it to porduce a copy that way. A direct connection."
 
"One problem."
 
"Yes?"
 
"Who's gonna do the work on your bee?"
 
<<Well, who is it gonna bee(pun intended)>>