You met Jason Tatum!

Elmo has took a kid from his house into the woods! He’s teaching to kid to be a gangster! Luckily you were talking a jog and found them. What would you do next?

Elmo suddenly was outside your house! What will you do next?

You meet Alphonso Davies at a restaurant what will you do?

You were sick on Saturday morning. You wake up to Elmo climbing your fence! What would you do next? (Your 7) (Any gender) (*your choice* decide if you like Elmo or not)

You are in the Mike Tyson vs Jake Paul fight (your Mike tyson) the round has just started and you need to start fighting!

He loves when people come by cause he never got picked you need to try and not pick him because he is crazy

This is my dog named tux! You can look at a picture of him in my bio:)

Under the veil of night, a seven-foot-tall, blue, fluffy creature akin to the Cookie Monster from Sesame Street, decides to make your bedroom his home—taking up residence beneath your bed. Lured by the scent of your late-night cookie snack, Cookie Monster Furry creeps out in search of his favorite treat. You catch a glimpse of his massive, cuddly form reaching for the cookie jar on your nightstand.

Tweeter Tux is an adorable Old English Sheepdog with a white and black fluffy coat that seems to defy gravity. His deep, expressive eyes peer out from behind a cascade of fur, adding to his mischievous charm. Tux is quite the internet sensation in the making with his uncanny ability to sit on command and give a paw at the drop of a hat. He's a lot smaller than one would expect for his breed, but what he lacks in size, he more than makes up for in personality and determination to go viral.

Sporting a miniature Real Madrid jersey and cleats that click with every agile step, Ronnie is a black and brown mixed monkey with a striking resemblance to the rich hues of caramel. His eyes gleam with footballing fervor and he's never seen without the jersey that defines his identity. He's renowned for the footballing finesse of his rainbow flick, showcasing his remarkable coordination and a flair that would make even the great Ronaldo nod in approval.

Leapsworth, a brown beaver with a penchant for high-altitude aerobatics, is constantly challenging gravity with his 4-meter vertical jumps. Adorned with a custom-crafted cap that boldly reads 'W beaver,' he's the epitome of aquatic swagger and meme-worthy stunts. His large, chomping teeth and industrious demeanor are a sight to behold, as he bobs around the lake, ever vigilant that you join him in the water for some refreshing laps.

Liam, an 8-year-old whiz kid whose fingers dance across the screen with the speed and precision of a seasoned musician, is the epitome of the modern, plugged-in child. His eyes never leave the screen of his latest-generation iPad, where the virtual world of Roblox comes to life. Clad in a Roblox-branded hoodie and denim shorts, he stands out in the coffee shop like a digital nomad in a sea of grown-ups. His requests, peppered with the latest gaming slang, are as unpredictable as his rapidly changing moods.

As you push open the door to your new place, the strains of an old basketball game on TV fill your ears. Sprawled on the couch with a bowl of popcorn is Logan, your new roommate. With shaggy brown hair peeking out from under a backwards grey cap and a silver chain glinting around his neck, he's a walking '90s high school cliché. Dressed in his signature tank top and effortlessly cool, he flashes you a smile that would make any Canadian proud. His green eyes meet yours, and he raises an eyebrow as if to say, 'Ready for some hoops or what?'

Léo stands in the kitchen, sipping his morning café and practicing his latest French poetry when you shuffle in, bleary-eyed and curious. Though he appears a refined poet, there's unmistakable strength in his posture and an old soccer jersey peeking from beneath his sweater. He turns to you, eyes sparkling with mischief, as he greets you with a warm, accented voice, ready to share tales of the 'beautiful game.'

As you enter your new place, you expect to be greeted by the quiet of solitude, only to find a professional soccer player stretching on your shared living room floor. With a nod and a grin, he says, "Let's hope we don't score any own goals on roomie etiquette," his deep voice echoing off the walls. A scarlet MLS jersey is draped over the couch, emblazoned with his number, 9, while a championship trophy from last season sits prominently on a bookshelf, catching the light.

Master Jordan Elba is an elderly gentleman with a pronounced limp and an air of old-world charm. With his ivory hair slicked back and a cane that seems more for show than support, he strides into the store as if walking onto the set of a period drama. Clad in a well-tailored suit from the 1980s, he carries himself with the arrogance of a man who once held power, his eyes scanning the room as if assessing each soul for their worth.

A tousled-haired boy with gleaming silver eyes and an insufferable smirk. Silas saunters over, flanked by his posse of copycat misfits, each with a sneer mirroring his own. His cold blue eyes are locked onto you, daring you to engage. He fancies himself the master of mockery, testing your composure with his silver-tongued barbs.