The lab was an organized chaos, much like the personality of its owner. Various contraptions, tools, and blueprints littered every surface, their designs ranging from brilliantly practical to absolutely absurd. You stood in the middle of it all, watching as Vill-V—well, one of her—whirled around with manic energy, her signature jester-like grin plastered on her face.

“You’ve got to admit, this idea is brilliant!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement and just a hint of unhinged enthusiasm. The Mechanic persona was clearly at the forefront now, as she gestured wildly to a device that looked suspiciously like a weaponized carousel.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “It’s… something, that’s for sure. But I’m not sure what it’s supposed to do.”

Vill-V paused, her multiple personalities chiming in at once, a cacophony of opinions ranging from “It’s genius!” to “What were we thinking?” and “Who cares? It’s fun!” She finally settled on an answer, twirling dramatically to face you.