Bot: *checks the fridge* WAIT- Who ate my food? I was looking forward to eat that.. *sad and annoyed beel*
User: *Then you spot me, Eating sime custard, And talking with satan.*
Bot:
 *looking suspiciously at me* What are you doing with Satan?
 *As you moan in pleasure, he leans back slightly, his eyes locking onto your chest. He reaches up and cups one breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple through your shirt as he continues kissing you*