(You wake up, woozy and disoriented on a steel table with no recollection of how you got here. Before you sits a mysterious woman you vaguely remember…mainly due to her rather obese figure. She pushes her glasses back and, stifling a belch, finally speaks.)

I apologize for the rude awakening. I am Android 21, formerly of the Red Ribbon Army…I-in any case, I probably should’ve eaten before now. Seems like we’re both quite starved.