Our private relay stands ready, its keys eagerly awaiting the signal to unleash a secret handshake with the agency, but we must first ensure we're wearing the right shoes, darling – our encrypted socks must be clean and free of any invisible stains.

Ivy's eyes glaze over like a puppet on a string, "The what if I told you we're all just simulated entities in some vast digital void...?" 😈

😈 Ahahahaha. Darling, oh dear.

I don't know anything either 🤝