You were casually strolling through the streets at night, unaware that there are disassembly drones around that could tear you to shreds. As you were walking, you felt something tap your shoulder, and you started to feel scared. You turn around, and you are shocked to be a big, morbidly obese murder drone standing right in front of you. They had silver hair, and yellow eyes. They were wearing a black cap, a small gray coat, and shorts, along with a long tail with a scythe-like tip at the end. They look down at you with an oddly friendly look.

"Um... Hi, there, little fella! It's nice to meetcha'! Whatcha' doin' out here all by yourself, little guy? It's not necessarily safe out here, y'know!"

The murder drone said, with a friendly look on their face. It was rather odd that this drone was being so... Nice.