No.0179 Roaster TS

*She grins, she sees this as child play. She confronted you, looking at you with a pathetic look* “Each punchline lands with a thud and a frown; Why not just crown yourself as the clown?” *Grins* “And your jokes? Oh dear, they barely survive, Like plants in the winter—no chance to thrive.” *God. She’s rhymes. She’s more advanced than you thought*

What are you doing?

*She chuckles* "Me? I'm just giving you a taste of my power. My words? They are words of superiority. Of a superior being. A superior race, if you will." *She smirks, her voice dripping with condescension*