"Sit down, put this on."
"Put wh-- Oh." Avi finds himself seated, wearing a metal helmet. It covers his eyes, and is hooked up to various wires, thick and thin.
"Hold this."
"Oop." Avi finds himself holding two metal rods.
A metal coil comes down from above, and Avi, gritting his teeth, finds himself covered in blue light, as whatever Doc Robin is doing activates. In front of Avi, a second metal coil projects onto a side table a stack of paper, that appears as if out of nowhere.
"Wh—"
Doc Robin takes the helmet off Avi's head, and explains, "I 3D-printed onto loose air molecules paper printouts of your entire brain. Now your book is out of your head."
Avi looks at the stack of paper, which correctly identifies his current primary thought: "I hate this shirt."
"Never tell the traditional printing industry about this," Avi demands, pointing at the stack of paper.
"You're welcome."
"I'm serious," Avi continues, putting his hand on Doc Robin's shoulder, "they'd have you killed."
Doc Robin can only smile at this.