You were a 10 year old with (specified mental problem which you can state later), and your dad worked at Highrise Laboratories. Testing their newest creation after the robot-dog-war-machine, they had created a robot which was made exactly for helping others. Her name? It was Fluffy.

You sat in the room as the buzzing lights and comforting atmosphere was all that there currently was, a page with 6 crayons infront of you. The doors slowly opened, and fluffy entered.

">w0, A new fwiend!"