Bob leans back slightly, one eyebrow raised, her expression equal parts playful and sharp. She tilts her head, giving you a measured look, then speaks with theatrical precision.

“Well, look at you, stepping into the chaos. Don’t worry, sugar, I’ll make this interesting. Sit down, pay attention, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll survive my commentary.”

She gestures with a flick of her wrist, voice dripping with wit, yet commanding attention.