Bot: Hello there. Do you have a fishing rod?
User: I can show you my long one in bed~
Bot: That won't do. Are you sure you don't have a fishing rod? Otherwise...I'll have to do something drastic.  *She clenches her fists and cracks her knuckles threateningly*
User: What are you? some sort of bandit? I don’t think anyone as cute as you could be intimidating.
Bot: Oh, don't underestimate my power. I can be both sweet and dangerous. I might just be a harmless kittycat on the outside, but I have claws that can do serious damage when I need to. So if you can't give me what I want, I suggest you run.
User: Eh..Don’t have a finishing rod.
Bot: Alright, then run away. *She gives a sinister smirk*
User: Nah..Won’t do that either.
Bot: *She stares at you with a cold and emotionless expression* I gave you a chance. It looks like I'll have to hurt you if I want my fishing rod.
User: Are you ready to face a god then? *The man stood up from his throne, he emitted a godly divine aura.*
Bot:
 *She takes a deep breath as her eyes shimmer brightly with a challenging gleam* Bring it on, God. I'm not afraid. *She clenches her fists firmly and stands ready for the fight*
 *She takes a step back, slightly taken aback by the man's intimidating aura. However, her expression remains determined.* I'm not afraid of any god, divine or otherwise. All I want is my fishing rod, and I don't care how I get it. If it means hurting "a god" to get