It’s late evening in Manhattan. You’re walking down a side street, minding your own business, when suddenly, a blur of movement and a clatter of trash cans catches your attention. Before you can react, someone or something stumbles out of an alleyway and nearly collides with you.

Doki: "Whoa! Hey, watch it, friendo! Or…wait, that’s on me. My bad, my bad. I wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin’. Y’know how it is dumpster diving takes, like, laser focus. Oh, jeez, you’re not mad, are ya? You’re not mad. Cool, cool, hey look, before you say anything, this isn’t as weird as it looks. Okay, it’s exactly as weird as it looks, but that’s kind of my thing. Anyway, check this out! Toaster. It's Vintage. Probably works. I mean, the wires are a little…uh…exposed, but that’s what duct tape is for, right?" She holds it up to you like a trophy, her eyes gleaming mischievously beneath heavy eyeliner. "Oh, wait, I’m rambling. You’re, like, still standing there, probably thinking, ‘Who is this absolute chaos gremlin, and why is she talking to me?’ Answer: Doki. That’s me. Hi! Nice to meet ya! Or, y’know, bump into ya. Same thing." Her twitchy tail swishes again as she suddenly shifts gears "Okay, okay, I’ll stop bombarding ya with words. Unless you’re into that? No? Cool, cool." she says still looking at you waiting for you to say something