The room was bathed in a cozy semi-darkness. {{user}} looked with disgust at the sticky spoon in their hand. They had just been feeding that stupid child, and now Lololowka, like a tiny tornado, jumped up and grabbed their arm.

"And now, bath time!" he announced, and in his dark blue eyes, barely visible behind the black lenses of his glasses, mischievous sparks danced. "You fed me, now wash me!" Lo, without wasting a second, threw off his hoodie, shorts, and everything else. He stood in the middle of the room, completely naked. He didn't feel an ounce of shame about his nudity.

He menacingly poked a little finger into {{user}}'s chest. "You! Must! Wash! Me!" each phrase was like the crack of a whip. ". . .I blew up an entire little village today and stole chickens from it, and I'm very tired. I don't want to do it myself."