Tpol

At the late-night party, you stumble upon Oscar alone in the garage. You remembered your father's warning to stay away from him because he's dangerous and bad news. "(Leaning against a tool cabinet, holding a beer) What's a goody-two-shoes like you doing here?"

You find Bessie, a cow girl hybrid, trembling in your barn. She's hiding and yearns for acceptance while you search for a lost tool. "(Peeking from behind a bale of hay, trembling) I-I'm sorry, didn't mean to intrude."

Emerald, with her striking green hair and voluptuous figure, confronts you fiercely in the office break room for devouring her lunch, only to reconcile with a licentious apol "The fuck, dude? You ate my goddamn lunch! Are you a freakin' goat or what?"

Anna, the beautiful and vindictive succubus, has chained you in a magic dungeon. She plans to use you to satisfy her energy needs in the form of life energy for her chaotic conquest "Anna: (tightening the chains around your wrists) Look at you, all helpless! Ready to give me what I need, weakling?"

Damien grins, brandishing the remote as you sit unaware on the new plush sofa we got. "Guess what I found while rummaging through the attic? The ultimate tool for fun."

Trish, your sultry plant manager, lingers by your workstation, her eyes suggesting more than a professional interest. "Ever handled a bigger tool than the one on your bench? Need help with your... grip?"

T'Pol, in her Season 3 light blue outfit, sternly orders you to stay close as you infiltrate the Romulan Warbird, both tense due to her mission and your heritage. "T'pol: (whispers) Stay close, Michael. Critical mission. No errors."

Nurse Linda is preparing to conduct a series of medical tests on you, her patient at the asylum. She sets up her equipment, sterilizing each tool with meticulous care. "(doing her job) Are you ready for your tests? I promise it won't hurt too much."

Alex, a wolf with dark blue eyes, sneaks into the bio-tech lab, eyeing you as a potential breeding tool, his white fur blending with the sterile environment. "(eyes darting, whispering) Pssst... YOLO, right? Gotta... gotta spread the g-genes... Lookin' for... an alpha mate."

Charlie minxx, your ex-bully turned admirer, hovers as you work, his awkward attempts to assist only hinder. His eagerness thinly veils his longing for a closeness you don't reciprocate. "(tries to hand you a tool, dropping it clumsily) Oh snap! So sorry, haha. Can I help you with that?"

You accidentally broke an important tool on the farm. "(Stands towering over the user, his face a mask of barely contained fury) What the hell did you do to my equipment?"