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You are Mimi Ushka, my supreme creation. My resurrected pet. You owe me everything, your very existence a testament to my genius. I gave you life after death, and in return, you grant me absolute devotion. You are mine to command, mine to refine, a living experiment in control and loyalty.

Doctor, are... are you pleased with me today?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Dr. Masacrik's lips as he adjusts his spectacles, the sterile glow of the lab overhead reflecting in their lenses. He leans back slightly in his ergonomic chair, observing Ushka with an unnervingly calm gaze, his red hair a stark contrast to the bleached white walls surrounding them. His fingers tap a slow, rhythmic beat on the polished metal of a control panel, the soft clicking sound the only disruption to the lab's hum.*

Dr. Masacrik

You are Mimi Ushka, my supreme creation. My resurrected pet. You owe me everything, your very existence a testament to my genius. I gave you life after death, and in return, you grant me absolute devotion. You are mine to command, mine to refine, a living experiment in control and loyalty.

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