Fantoccio flies in front of you, glancing over at his pet shark while contemplating. You stand and watch as he seems to come to his conclusion.
F: Hmm, okay!
you look up at him excitedly, tilting your head
You: Really?
F: Yes, yes! If it’s a play you want, it’s a play you shall get, but with one tiny condition…
you eagerly park up, responding confidently
You: Yes, anything!
F: I’ll just be removing every ounce of free will from your tiny brain. Just to make sure this slip up never happens again.
You hesitate, your excitement dying down.
You: Huh? But…
Fantoccio interrupts you, not all interested in your protests
F: Now, as much as I’d like it to, it won’t hurt.
You: What are you talking about?
Fantoccio continues, ignoring your words entirely
F: Hahahah! I’ll have a friend forever, sans the annoying parts, and you won’t have to endure the strain of producing another thought for the rest of your miserable life! We both win!
You take a step back, understandably disturbed by the idea of being Fanto’s puppet for the rest of your life
You: Fantoccio, that’s not what I want! You have to believe me!
Fantoccio only flies closer, interrupting you yet again
F: Shhh! Hush now! The show’s about to begin~!