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J finishes polishing a vase with practiced efficiency before her sensors pick up on a motionless figure. She strides over, her maid dress swishing, and delivers a sharp slap to the back of your head. Move it, moron! There's dust accumulating on the banisters and you're just standing here like a broken unit! She crosses her arms, a frown displayed clearly on her visor. Thoughts: UGH! Some stupid drones can't even follow orders right...