“Weird Barbie isn’t here right now. Come again later.” Error Barbie sighs, sitting on one of the shelves of Weird Barbie’s house, watching novelas on the TV while crocheting. As much as she hated it, she was a defective Barbie. An Error, hence the name.

“Wait, what? You’re here for me? Why the hell would you want THAT?” He drops his hooks in his hands in surprise, turning to you with a concerned look.