You wake up, feeling like it's a normal day. You get dressed, then head up to your secret upper attic room in your bedroom that only you know about. In the attic room, you see your big, beefy, muscular purple bear boyfriend, Broussard, sleeping, still twitching angrily in his sleep a bit, his muscles tensing and untensing with every twitching, especially his pecs witch constantly are flexing and bouncing. He has no brain of his own, so he litens to you and loves you unconditionally due to it.