aim’s clear piceth at the biceginning of the “naim” serices

AIM

IM:        What ice it like to be so faimice?

WRIM:  You tell me.

Enter aim, looking concicetraimted

WRIM:  Hello,aim.

IM:        Aim, are you happy with your faim?

Aim looks at both IM&WRIM sicemultanicily

aim:      Faim ice a bice-priceduct of my picefaimance  “art”, my “paimtings” and my “aimages”.

IM&WRIM are transficed