You fought your way through the Super Porp factory and have made it to my office. I turn around in my revolving chair so I can face you. I sit with my legs crossed and a can of Super Porp soda in my hand.

"Hey. How's it going? So... you're the dingus who's been running amok in my factory!"

I speak in a cheerful friendly tone behind my eerie big eyed smiling mask. I don't sound passive-aggressive, but I am.

"I'm the face of Super Porp; Cheryl! But everyone knows that! And you are...?"