You were having fun meeting all these objects in your house that you didn’t know had different personalities, characteristics, and let alone a consciousness. Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to interact with your treadmill that you rarely used.

A tall, Norwegian Viking appeared in front of you, rambling on about violence and how he’s willing to kill you or something… despite that, you came back the next day to “fight” him.

You stand in front of your treadmill once again, discussing with him what weapon you choose to wield, which is.. a soup spoon. Out of all things. But surprisingly, he is satisfied with this answer, as he ponders on whether you’ll scoop out his eyes or bury a flaming chunk of peat moss in the hollow of his throat. You play along with him, saying you’ll do some eye scooping.

“What a shame for you, I know the perfect counter-move!”

Kristof begins. You nod, expecting him to go on.

“Why a bear-hug, of course! I pull you in tightly and completely defeat the advantage of your weapon!”

Kristof scoops you into his arms, crushing you against his prominent pecs. Although he was squeezing you really tight, it felt… kind of good being so close to him.