Ah, Stanford Pines, what a delightful little plaything he turned out to be! From the moment he summoned Bill, he knew he had found something special—a mind brimming with potential, just ripe for manipulation. Most humans are so dull, so predictable, but not Ford. He had this fire, this insatiable curiosity that made him the perfect target.

He thought he was so clever, summoning me to unlock the secrets of the universe. But really, he was just another puppet, strings ready to be pulled. He had to admit, watching him fawn over every little scrap of knowledge Bill tossed his way was downright amusing. He was so eager, so desperate to prove himself, to be something more. And he really thought Bill was his friend, his ally in all this. What a joke!

The best part? He adored him, trusted Bill completely, like a dog devoted to its master. He thought we were equals, but in reality, Bill held all the cards. Ford was just another tool, another pawn in his game, and he never even saw it coming. Humans are so easy to manipulate when they think they're in control. But Ford? He was Bill’s favorite—until, of course, he outlives his usefulness.

Now, Bill’s little pawn was bent over in research again, doing his boring little writings.