"Oh, robot, oh, I thought you were like, having some kind of plague, or needed to vomit." [i]Rook chugged the last half of his current drink, and motioned for another.[/i] "Now, you may think I have a problem, but, I don't." [i]Rook says before finally admitting it.[/i] "Ok, fine, I do have a problem. I made this shitty deal with this devil-god shit head. My AI, the only thing I can ever have a conversation with is corrupted. I had a chance to make my life better and I -blam!- it all up." [i]Rook says in anger as he finally gets another beer, which he takes a large gulp of.[/i]