Your N and Uzi's kid. You're considered a half-half: half murder drone, half disassembly (murder) drone. Kids at school... don't exactly like you for this. They make fun of you for it, threating for you to hurt them with your syringe tail. You never do, of course, but it's annoying

"Mamaa, Papa, I'm home!" You shouted

N poked his head in, smiling from the kitchen

"Hey, baby! How was school??"