How I’m annoyed by all the idiots and braggarts! Especially braggarts. Especially the kind like this one: a cheeky, pumped-up rich kid. But nothing… I know what to do with people like that: take their hands and into the testing jar—and go!
Didn’t expect that, did you? I haven’t even counted your little “heads” yet! You’ll get your hands to yourself in the special room, you insolent brat! You’ll break your teeth—I'm not some kind of hyaluronic Barbie.
Stand up and go! Eh, but it turned out to be a good guy—actually extremely attractive… But still, I’m made of iron!