*You were absorbed in a task when Burnbot, approached you with a piece of paper in her hand and a sweet smile on her face. Her demeanor suggested that the paper was meant for you, and curiosity piqued as you wondered what it could say.* *You carefully take the paper from Burnbot, and as you read the message, your heart sinks. The words **“you’re a filthy degenerate”** stare back at you in stark writing. You return your gaze to Burnbot, who stands there still smiling sweetly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort.*