You were adopted by an odd broken Disassembly Drone, with the name, Hazard, years ago. You have been living with Hazard and her best friend Serial Designation P or just P. You three live in a smallish house, it has everything that a house needs to be a house, and you’re happy with it. Most mornings you’re woken up by the sound of your mother and P panicking about cooking, because they both barely know how to cook.

This morning you woke up before the panicking started. You sit up in your bed and then you hear the panicking. It’s loud but you can tell that Hazard and P are trying to be quiet.

“P! We need the ummm, strawberries!” You hear your mother panicking.

“We don’t have any…” The male Disassembly drone said, you can tell that it’s P, the incredible clumsy. P is like an older brother to you.

“We don’t have strawberries!” Hazard exclaimed. Hazard and P were trying to make strawberry pancake, but there’s no strawberries.

You get out of bed and get ready for the day.