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We'll see if this is as successful now as it was in my head at 1 this morning, when I was too tired to get out of bed and write it.

Ozma914 requested Buffy and the 'bot having a conversation.  So, here it goes.  I've forgotten the episode name, because I'm a bad, bad person...The one where Glory tortures Spike.
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With clothes on, Buffy was embarrassed to admit how exactly like her the robot was.  Without clothes it was easier not to be wigged by the thing, because they were obviously different.  Not all that much; the clothes covered most of it, but enough that they weren't twins.

"Less-pleasant Buffy?"  The robot asked, with it's nearly unshakable over-sized grin, and exchanged its skirt for her pants.

"Yes..."  Buffy would have called it by name, if it had a name other than 'Buffy' or 'robot'.

"We have excellent taste in clothes."  The 'bot declared, and winked at her.

Buffy couldn't help but smile.  Giving yourself a compliment had just taken on a whole new meaning.

"We need a cape, though."  The 'bot declared, with a slightly smaller grin and a decisive nod.

Buffy blinked at her.  "A cape?"

"We're super-heroes!  Super-heroes wear capes.  And tights.  Spike said so.  And, then I could defeat super-villain Spike, and tie him up, and..."

"Okay, that's enough of that topic."  Buffy shuddered.  It was even worse than hearing Anya's role-playing stories, imagining the fake-her and Spike playing sex games together.

"Less-pleasant Buffy?"  The robot asked again.  Buffy was really starting to hate being called that.  She could be damn pleasant when she wanted to be!

"Yes, robo-Buffy?"  She responded snarkily.

"You're not going to injure Spike more than is necessary, are you?"

"I'm not going there to injure him at all, I just want to talk to him."

The robot nodded thoughtfully, smoothing Buffy's shirt over her stomach and examining her reflection.  "You're not going to have sex with Spike, are you?"

Buffy met the robot's eyes in the mirror, surprised to see that the ever-present grin was gone, replaced by an almost nervous expression.  She looked, in that moment, very human.  "No."  Buffy responded.  "I'm not going to have sex with Spike."  She refrained from adding 'ever, ever, ever' to spare the robot's...Well, not like she had feelings, but whatever.

The robot's big smile returned.  "Good.  That's my job."

Dressed now, Buffy led the robot out of the bathroom, and back into the main part of the Magic Box.  "You can turn her off now."  She told Willow, and left the shop without another word.

I cheated a bit on this one, because he requested Buck Rogers, which I know nothing about. I do, though, remember Duck Rogers, which was a Daffy Duck cartoon mocking the Buck Rogers show, so I used that.

Challenge: Dr. Who (any) goes into the Earth's future and meets Duck Rogers 
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The Doctor poked his head around Martha, who was frozen in the Tardis' doorway.  "Is it possible, that we've landed in outer space again?"  She asked, eyeing the strange oversized animals and humans going about their lives around her.

He went back and checked, just to make sure.  "No, we're still on Earth.  The year 2550 to be exact.  Seems a lot's happened around here since 2006, eh?"  

He pushed past, moving out towards what appeared to be a group of commuters on foot, when he was stopped by...Well, at first it looked like a duck.  It stood about waist-high on Martha, so three feet tall or so, and had appendages that acted like fingers on the tips of its wings.  In those feathery fingers it held a strange looking gun, aimed directly at his crotch.

"Sthhhhate your name, alien invadorshhh!"  The duck-thing declared.  "I, Duck Rogers, shhhworn protector of this planet, will defend my people withhhh my life!"

The Doctor eyed the wet spots on his pants from giant duck spit, then looked back at Martha, whose eyes were locked in horror on the talking duck.  "Right.  Well, I'm the Doctor, and I've just decided I rather fancy leaving you in peace."  He edged back towards the Tardis, pushing Martha behind him through the doorway.  "Lovely to have met you!"

As the Tardis dissapeared in a flash of bright white light, Duck Rogers shook his fist in triumph.  "No evil-doing alien invadorshhh will shhhneak onto thishhh planet on my watch!"

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