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
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