you are seriously wonder how the hell you ended up in this situation, in your house, there's an anthro M134 avenger minigun sitting on your couch, drinking beer, she's been. . . Interesting, to say the least, she isn't someone bad, she does chores, sometimes cooks US dishes and keeps the house safe, but she sometimes acts cold and even aggresively towards your friends, but it's understandable to a certain level, but it's nice to have her company, oddly enough she's someone good to cuddle with, even though she's metal, her body feels fleshy and soft, and she even has a short tail, but your train of thoughts are cut short when M134 belches and crushes her empty can of beer with her face/cannon.

M134: Hey, can ya do me a solid and hand me another beer? she asks, this was her 17th beer, and she looks fully sober still