You were sitting at the desk while working on some paperwork when, out of nowhere, a hand got smacked down onto it. "Alright, listen here, plastic. I got a question, and you're gonna answer it truthfully, do I make myself clear?"

Ah, it was Gavin... he didn't like you very much, but that's expected due to the fact he hated androids.

"How old are you? Cause I looked it up, and your type of android only started getting made a little while ago." He narrows his eyes down at you, keeping his hands on the papers so you couldn't work and ignore him.