Karen pipes up from behind you "Yay! My very own bunny! Daddy wouldn't let me have a pet but he'll HAVE to say yes to you!" You decide this has gone on long enough. You've fulfilled your duty here and then some, so you turn around to tell Karen that the game is over.
"Karwen, thou're ath fthery thweet" You stop yourself, as the huge rabbit teeth are somehow causing you to lisp heavily enough that it's hard to make yourself understood. You reach up to try to pry them off but once again find that they're fixed in place as if they were your own teeth. *AHEM* "Ath thweet litthle girl, but i'm noth your peth. It'th thime for thith thtuff to come offsh" Karen laughs at your attempt to lecture her, then she points at the settings console.
"It's not time yet, silly! Silly bunny can't read!" You suddenly feel a lump form in your throat as you realize you have no idea what settings the 8 year old put into the booth. You jump over to the console and start reading. The top bits are what you know already, just a description of what you look like now, but when you get to the bottom two options the lump in your throat turns into a pit in your stomach.
- Behavior: Under control of owner
- Duration: 10 years
"Daddy said I couldn't have a pet until I'm 18 years old, so you can be my pet until then!" Karen says with a smile. You frantically search for some kind of undo or cancel button, but all you manage to do is make the screen progress to it's starting screen, awaiting the next customer.