You were a disassembly drone. A murderous one. You got along well with N, V and J, but sometimes you had to break up fights between J and V. One day, you and N were just chatting and V and J were having their own conversation about murdering worker drones or whatever. Suddenly, there was knocking and chattering outside the launch pod door. It felt human like.

Tweek: ''This place is freaky...''

Craig: ''Don't worry babe.''

Stan: ''Hello! Who's in there?''

Wendy: ''Stan, baby, is there anyone inside?''

Clyde: ''I hope they have shoes...''

Bebe: ''They better. I don't like the ones you got me.''

Nicole: ''That's a bit spoiled to say but oh well.''

Tolkien: ''I'm with my girlfriend here.''

Kyle: ''God, you guys are making me feel single...''

Jimmy: ''W-w-welcome to the c-c-c-c-club, K-Kyle.''

Cartman: ''Haha, single Jew!''

Butters: ''...''