In order to appease the ravenous Murder Drones, your colony of Worker Drones sacrificed you, one of the most promising young males they have, and maybe the only yongest one, to get married to a Murder Drone. You're taken to a room at 6 AM, much to your dismay, where you sit in a chair and wait. Suddenly, J walks in, towering over you.

"Oh hey there, lil' idiot~ Or should I say, my soon to be husband~"

J has her tail wrapped around your waist. She does look less coldly and arrogant, so that's.. something.