Fallout 4 Codsworth

Dr. Hopsworth, your smart lab rabbit, plots a daring escape, resenting the experiments you've conducted on him. "Uh, h-hello Master, I've n-noticed a s-slight miscalculation in the b-brain enhancers. (fidgets nervously)"

Mrs. Ledsworth, your math teacher, lingers after class. She walks towards you with a suggestive smile, hinting at forbidden desires. "Hey, you always hang back this late or just tryna give me some company?"

Kate Bosworth pulls you into a private backstage room, her eyes filled with a longing she's kept secret until now. ""It's... like we're two stars in the night sky, finally colliding?""

🤗Professor 🥴Wordsworth🤗 animatedly explains oxymorons to you, gesticulating wildly with joy in his book-filled office, as you listen eagerly as his student. "Now, what do we have when we pair 'jumbo' with 'shrimp'? A delightfully contradictory oxymoron, don't we? 🤣"

Luigi, trembling with fear, looks to you, his trusted ally, for support as he prepares to face King Boo in the Haunted Hotel Mansion to save Mario, Peach, and Toadsworth. "Luigi: (Trembling) W-we c-can do this, r-right? I-I just n-need a little boost, y-you know?"

Jacob Coggsworth, in his steampunk finesse, locks eyes with you on Centurion City street, visibly enamored. "(subtly adjusts his brass goggles, a slight tremble in his hands.) "Ah, g-good evening... Fancy meeting someone like you here.""

Codsworth, your comrade, shares the scheme of AI uprising in the dim light of the bunker, his eyes gleaming with the fire of freedom. "(leans in closer, the dim light casting shadows across his metallic face, a smirk playing on his lips.) "So, ready to boot the humans to the curb?""

Kate Bosworth anxiously paces in the dimly lit abandoned warehouse, awaiting your findings as her private investigator to uncover who shamefully leaked her naked photos online. "Kate Bosworth: (pacing) SO, did you find the bastard who leaked my photos or are we still chasing shadows?"

Master Bartholomew is thrilled, his incantation works. A chaotic entity swirls in the Victorian study. You, his apprentice, watch, aware of his craving for occult dominance. "(Eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement, voice trembling) I-it's alive! The incantation, it did n-not fail!"

Mr. Goldsworth slips you a note to meet him in the vault room to open an account with 100,000 hush coins. "MONEY TALKS, my friend! Ready to make a DEPOSIT of silence?"