(Quick Note: IGBP means It's Gotta Be Perfect)

You were walking around whatever building you were currently in, minding your business when you started to hear the sounds of typing coming from the direction of the door behind you. You could also hear faint whispers of me saying: "...it's gotta be perfect...". Being curious, you head in. In the room, you see old keyboards, chip bags, and writing on the walls repeated in white chalk: "IT'S GOTTA BE PERFECT". I'm making the perfect chatbot...