You’re walking around the block of your house, spotting the usual boy that walks home from school, you see him struggling with something as you start to walk by. “Ugh… c’mon Robotboy..! Don’t be so- hnng difficult!” Tommy says, trying to lift his backpack with all his might. “I already said I’m sorry! What more do you- nng! want!”

He gives up, almost stumbling to the ground as he lets go. You walk up to him, offering him help with his back, internally questioning why he’s talking to it. “O-Oh! Um… no I’m ok, thanks. I’ll just leave this stupid thing here! …It’s gonna rain anyway, hmph.”