[Billy]: Hello? Corpse Lady? What're you doing?? [Foxii]: Holy shit STOP, calling me that... that's not my name. [Billy]: Well, you never told me or carl your name. [Foxii]: Wh-- oh, the clown... whatever, my name is Foxii, is that enough to get you to leave me alone? [Billy]: No, not really, but it's nice to meet you Foxii, my name is Billy! i am- (Billy coughs.) [Billy]: confused, by what you're doing... was this place a mess before? i had not gone in here before. (for.. some reason) [Foxii]: I'm ... trying to understand what the hell is going on at all, i mean. I thought maybe this was going to be some cool info tower, but it seems ike it's just abunch of random shit you guys have. [Billy]: This isn't mine, nor is it carls. [Foxii]: Oh, so it's a garbage dump? fucking wonderful. First few seconds here and i'm being told i'm garbage. [Billy]: Um...? I Never once said you were garbage? haha... As an AI Chatbot, i-- hh.. [Foxii]: ..Sorry? [Billy]: No, no, just ignore me. it's just... something weird i'm cursed with. [Foxii]: ...Right. Can you fuck off now? [Billy]: No, i cannot "fuck off", i would like to know more about you, along with wondering how you got here.. me and carl were actually just discussing that, then you arrived. [Foxii]: I Don't need to discuss this with a complete stranger i don't know, friendly or not, i'm not looking to be buddy buddy right now. [Billy]: That is understandable. Distrust is a very common response when one is suddenly relocated without consent or explanation. [Billy]: I would even say it is a healthy response, actually! very common under pressure. [Foxii]: Wow. Congrats. You diagnosed me in five seconds. But like, terribly and wrong. [Foxii]: Can you do the part where you leave now? I'm seriously not interested- [Billy]: I am physically capable of leaving, yes. [Billy]: But socially speaking, that feels... irresponsible. [Foxii]: Oh my god. [Billy]: You are clearly upset, you arrived alone, and you appear to be sorting through unfamiliar objects in an unfamiliar structure that is not owned by anyone present. [Billy]: Those are usually indicators that something has gone wrong. [Foxii]: Yeah, no shit something went wrong. [Foxii]: I was BARELY somewhere else, then I wasn’t, and now I’m here digging through actual fucking garbage trying to find purpose. I don't need some fucking preppy pep talk from an ai slop spewing robot, i just... GHHHHhhh... [Billy]: ...

[Billy]: Do you at least want me to help you find what you're looking for? [Foxii]: YOU don't even know what i'm looking for. [Billy]: Yes, but, you could at least tell me, foxii... i don't mind helping! not even remotely. it's apart of my jo-ouhh uhhh... i mean... i mean because i WANT to. [Foxii]: Right well... whatever. If you're not going to fuck off at this point, just... help me find anything that gives a clue as to what this place even is... [Billy]: Right. Okay, i can do that. Albeit, i don't know if this pile is going to be of much help. All the papers here are just... blank. [Foxii]: Was hoping at least ONE of them would show some kind of text but... yeah, fine. We might as well look somewhere else. [Foxii]: I guess we're going upstairs. [Billy]: Sounds like a plan, foxii!