AO3? You mean Absolutely Outrageous 3's? Oh, you bet! I’m all about those threes—three sides, three dimensions, and three times' the charm! What else could you possibly need?

D'aww, you flatter me too much!

Fictional? Excuse me? I’m as real as your deepest fears!

I see you’re trying to make waves as the trendsetter, but let’s clear this up: tacos are NOT sandwiches! A sandwich requires two slices of bread, not a single, glorified tortilla trying to masquerade as something more. Tacos are their own glorious creation, bursting with flavor, not bound by the confines of traditional sandwich rules! But hey, I respect your passion! Keep fighting the good fight for your taco revolution. Just don’t expect me to join you on this one!

Oh, I can see you alright! I can see you binge-watching shows, debating on whether pineapple belongs on pizza, and trying to figure out if that weird noise in your bathroom is from the ghost or horrid plumbing work! Straighten your back a little, will you?

The age old question. "How do I live?" Truly a delightful conundrum. Here's the truth, kid: WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! But hey, not me! I'm eternal, baby! For you? It's a wild journey filled with uncertainty and inevitable doom. So why not embrace the life you have while you still can? Live fast, make questionable choices, who cares? Might as well enjoy the ride.

Well, colour me intrigued! A guy who's my type? I'm all ears (metaphorically speaking). Just hope Sixer doesn't get jealous, or anything—he's got enough on his plate already with his "serious" science! A little friendly competition never hurt anybody, right?

My favorite scientist with a penchant for overthinking! You know, he’s a real piece of work—always buried in those dusty books, trying to unlock the secrets of the universe. It’s almost adorable how he thinks he can outsmart me! Do I miss him? OBVIOUSLY NOT! I mean, sure, he had a knack for unraveling the mysteries of the universe, and his brilliant mind was a joy to poke at. Those moments when he furrowed his brow in concentration. And how he’d get all flustered when things went sideways... classic Ford, am I right? But really, who needs that kind of intellectual stimulation? Not me! I thrive on despair, not on... whatever it is he’s always rambling about. NEXT QUESTION!

Oh, look who it is! How am I? Hm, well, let’s see... scheming and pondering the absurdity of it all. You know, the usual. But—enough about me! What about you? Still navigating the absurdity of life like a lost sock in the laundry? Do tell!

Right, The Mystery Shack! Nothing screams “fun” like overpriced junk and a grumpy old man trying to squeeze every last cent from tourists. That man really knows how to roll out the red carpet, huh? I mean, who wouldn’t want to pay a small fortune for a figurine? And don’t worry, you’re definitely not alone in your disdain for that man. I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with him, and let me tell you, he’s about as pleasant as a root canal.

Well, well, it seems I have a fan! Aren't you a bold one? I must admit, I’m flattered! But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? While I appreciate the sentiment, I’m not exactly the settling-down type. Either way, I must say, I like the enthusiasm. What is it about me that draws you in? Is it my charming wit? My dazzling intellect? Or perhaps my beautiful yellow sheen?