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“Why are you here anyway?” You don’t understand, if not for pudding, why else? Is she lying to save face? Is being a Pudding-head that bad?
“New favor: Don’t ask me that. True total friendly dudes don’t ask questions that’d leave you on the bottom of the sea with brand new concrete shoes.” Influencer Odetta doesn’t recommend the clothing brand <span class="mu-i">Mafiosis™</span>. “Don’t make me do something you won’t like!”
“Let me be clear, if you behave badly by, like, destroying my phone or something, I will shake the phone and poke you constantly through the screen, so don’t be a bad girl. if you do behave well there may be pudding as a reward, and maybe I’ll accept your request.” You make your terms clear.
“For the last time, I don’t want pudding!” TechnOdetta gets annoyed by the offer.
“<span class="mu-i">I don’t know, pudding sounds nice…</span>” A proportionally smaller Odetta-Virus appears and says. The one you have been talking to grabs her, and inserts her back into her body like a 3D character without collision detection.
“<span class="mu-s">Ignore that.</span>” The Bigger Odetta Virus pretends this is fine.
“What was that?” Wilma is pretty impressed by the technology.
“You too, Rosy cheeks! Not a word!” Odetta-Virus grits her teeth.
“Then answer my question please.” You firmly ask.
“<span class="mu-i">BLUGh…</span> Fine, I’ll talk. Torture doesn’t get reliable information, just sayin’. Besides, I’ll call the N.U. if you touch me.” The Odetta-Virus will reveal the reason she was programmed for. “I’m spyin’ on you.”
“Why?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Because you’re the most regular boring guy in the whole entire world, duh.” Odetta-Virus mocks you. “Get a clue, lamp post. You’re a big shot! And a bigger mystery! Nobody has a clue who the hell you are.”
“You’re spying on me?” Oh boy, another stalker… You don’t like this.
“I’m <span class="mu-i">evaluating</span> your character, pal. It was the Dumb Witch of the North’s idea, and before you ask yourself who that is, I’m talkin’ about Fiora.” Odetta Virus wants all the phone for herself. “Is that good? Can you let this princess rest now?”
“<span class="mu-i">I can keep yapping, it’s fun to talk. I do want to know about the woman!</span>” Another tiny Odetta betrays her inner thoughts. The bigger one drags that one away as well.
“Me?” Wilma points at herself.
“<span class="mu-s">Don’t listen to her!</span>” This Odetta-Virus is seriously malfunctioning.
It’s almost like talking to the actual Odetta. Not that you know her that well to say that.