When some space doctors (not to be confused with Dr. Spaceman) find out that Jerry’s otherwise unremarkable genitals happen to be shaped exactly like the ailing heart of a galactic civil rights leader, they ask him to donate his dingus for the good of the galaxy, and he’s such a pushover that he can’t bring himself to say no. Jerry relies on his wife, Beth, to let the doctors down — until she takes a look at the replacement robo-hogs they’re offering him and suddenly decides she cares a lot about galactic civil rights. Things only get sadder (and grosser) from there.