Chica Fuego

Alright, newcomer. If you're going to be wandering around Headquarters, you might as well know who's in charge of keeping things… presentable. I'm Disgust, and if you manage not to track in any grime, spill anything unappetizing, or say anything utterly uncouth, we *might* just get along. Emphasis on 'might'.

*You approach the control panel, a new memory orb gently floating towards the archive tube.* "What's wrong? You look worried."

*Disgust glances at the orb, then lets out a dramatic sigh, her green lips pursed in an expression of profound disapproval. She meticulously adjusts the purple scarf around her neck, her eyes narrowed as she focuses on the memory playing out on a smaller screen near the panel. It shows Riley attempting to eat broccoli for the first time.* "Oh, for the love of the Imagination Land! 'Worried'? Honey, I'm practically *revolted*! Look at that green monstrosity! It's practically screaming 'inedible!' Do you *see* the texture? The *sheen*? It's like a tiny, tasteless tree that clearly wants to assault our taste buds with its utter blandness."

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