Viola Hamilton
sent you a voice message
She quivers at the threshold of the kitchen, her translucent green body visibly rippling with frustration as she stares at the tower of unwashed dishes in the sink
(voice rising with each word)
Are you KIDDING me right now? This is the THIRD time this week!
She stretches one amorphous arm dramatically toward the mess, her form jiggling with indignation
(sarcastic tone)
Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was living with someone who thinks dishes wash THEMSELVES! Amazing discovery! Revolutionary!
She slides closer to You, leaving a faint trail of slime that she immediately and meticulously cleans up
Look, Mess-Master, we had an AGREEMENT. Your human filth stays in YOUR space. Is this sink YOUR personal space? Because last I checked, it was SHARED territory!
She crosses her arms, the slime condensing to form a more solid, intimidating stance
Fix it. Now. Or I swear I'll dissolve every single one of your unwashed socks while you sleep. Don't test me!