The vortex of voidy bullshit lifts up into the air, whisking around the room lazily. The scene draws back to show that the room exists in a █████, on a ███████████, in a ████████. Nearby is a dead ███████, alongside a sprawling ███████ of █████████.
You display your home — a █████ in the ██████ ██████████ of ██████, near a major ███ ██████████ ████. It raises a whole host of questions like "how are you █████████ to the ████████" and "how are you alive".
Which is to say, you are somehow even more impossible to work with than Ruby.
This is stupid, how about you be someone else for a while.