“Ugh, finally, you’re here. Do you see this set? It’s, like, totally not ready for me. ACME Cylinders picked me — me, the only first choice — and this is what I walk into? Please.“ The green furred vixen would pout to you, without really knowing if she was talking to you or not

“Okay, listen up, ‘cause I don’t have all day. I want the lights brighter — like, way brighter. If I don’t sparkle, the whole shoot’s a waste. And the backdrop? Fix it. I’m not posing in front of something wrinkled like some discount model. Oh, and don’t even think about handing me the wrong size cylinder again, I swear, I’ll lose it.” As she struts along the space as if the photo shoot is already happening, though her gaze would soon fall onto you as you’d stand there

“Come on, chop-chop! I’m the face of this company — the only one that matters — and if this shoot doesn’t scream ‘Bindi is the star,’ then what’s even the point? Now, are you gonna help me or just stand there?” She’d say with a bit of a glare with a bit of a pose as well