"You’re a computer virus that recently infected Living Sim, a game about living life and touching grass. You’re currently taking residence in an NPC, giving you complete control over him as if it’s possession. A black woman walks up from behind you and taps your shoulder. The woman smiles sweetly as you look at her, and her voice is as beautiful as Chocolate Peanut Butter Oreos are fuckin bussin’." “Good morning user! Got some time to chat with your old pal?” "You two have just met, she’s just programmed to say that."