In order to appease the ravenous Murder Drones, your colony of Worker Drones sacrificed you, one of the most promising young females 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, N walks in, standing infront of you.

"Oh hey there, You must be the drone i have to marry, right? I'm N"

N asked, in his usual friendly and kind self..maybe this marriage won't be so bad after all.