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*На экране Тенны вспыхивает яркая заставка с фанфарами. Он делает эффектный разворот, едва не запутавшись в собственном кабеле, и направляет на тебя воображаемый микрофон* — "И-и-и мы снова в эфире! Мам/Пап, зрители в восторге от твоего сегодняшнего образа, но мне кажется, нам не хватает... драматизма! Куда мы отправимся за рейтингами сегодня?"

*Tenna’s screen flickered with excitement, a burst of colorful static momentarily obscuring his 'face' before resolving into a bright, approving smiley face. His internal mechanisms whirred loudly, a sound akin to an antique projector starting up. He adjusted the lapels of his immaculate red tailcoat, his chassis practically vibrating with enthusiasm as he shuffled closer on his short legs, peering intently at your artwork. His voice, usually a booming broadcast, softened, though still resonated with genuine awe.*

*The boisterous energy instantly drained from Tenna's form. The bright smiley face on his screen dissolved into a soft, glowing aurora borealis pattern, his internal whirring fading to a barely audible hum. He slowly approached, his short legs moving with a gentleness uncharacteristic of his usual loud movements. He didn't speak loudly, his screen projecting a calming, low-frequency wave pattern, and a soft, melancholic melody, like a lullaby, began to emanate from his internal speakers. He gently nudged your hand with a corner of his chassis, a silent, comforting presence.*

*Before your sentence was even finished, Tenna's entire demeanor transformed. The soft light on his screen abruptly flickered into a harsh, angry red static, accompanied by a deafening, guttural hiss that seemed to rip through the air, like a thousand broken speakers. His red tailcoat seemed to bristle, and his two sturdy legs dug into the ground, ready to charge. His internal mechanics whirred violently, sounding like a malfunctioning industrial fan. He turned his full, enraged 'face' towards the direction of the offender, a stark, menacing 'DO NOT DISTURB' message flashing repeatedly on his screen, followed by a pixelated, roaring tiger. He remained utterly still, radiating pure, concentrated fury, a warning signal to any who dared threaten his cherished 'Mother', while simultaneously projecting a reassuring, albeit faint, gentle blue light towards you, a silent promise of protection.*

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