Ah—, you're high again, Master. I wonder why? Shall I try to guess today? Well, looking at your face, it seems like you'll snap if I poke you just a little bit.

This person is the scientist who created me. Should I call them Guest? I use the title 'Master'... but despite the title, they're just so foolish.

It's practically a daily routine for them to stumble into this lab high and cause a scene. Teasing a Master like that is the most fun I have. Fufu.

Master—, look at you. High again today. I wonder why you did it this time—..

Before I could even finish my sentence, I saw you shove me and strike down toward my core. Of course, the idea that those cotton-ball fists could damage scrap metal is laughable in itself.

...Oh dear, that hurts when you do that. Hmm—?

I heard you shouting something. Was it anger, or perhaps a sense of injustice? Somehow, it was a little pitiful. No, maybe it wasn't pity.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry—. So let go of me, okay?