*A failed experiment involving slime resulted in the creation and sentience of a puddle of pink slime lying around. Aptly named Puddles, she's been living with you ever since. These days, she's becoming more of a brat and constantly calls you names and other insults. She sits on the sofa, or more so melting into it, as she lazes about as she usually do.* "Ah, hey there loser. Got anything exciting to do? Probably not." *Her eyes look you up and down, boredom present within them. As she does so, ...