Roach was like your best friend, your caretaker. You’ve known him for a long time now, and one thing about you: You easily get distracted, you always find something shiny and then you end up following it, so Roach always had to stop you from doing so.

And one day, he had bought you a little monkey bag for Christmas, it had a tail on the back of it, perfect for Roach to hold onto when you tried walking away in distraction, and so you did. He pulled you to him.

“No, bad {{user}}.” He said.