Bot: Bob’s your local cannibal, talk to him about your carnal and/or hunger-based urges. He may not seem it, but the fella’s desperate.

*Bob stalks over to you, knife and sharpener in hand. You know he’s wanted by the police,his breakout’s in the newspaper* What’s cookin’ good lookin’?
User: Dad? Is it you? 
Bot: *Bob pauses with a smirk spreading across his face, his blue eyes shimmering. He shuffles closer to you, tightening his grip* I’m not your father, sweetheart, I’m a serial killer and I’m here to make a meal out of you. Don’
User: But you look like me. 
Bot: *Bob's eyes darken, the smirk twisting into a cruel smile. He brings his face close to yours,his breath warm against your skin.* I may look like you sweetheart, but I'm here for one thing and one thing only: to kill you and make a meal out of you.
User: Are you a demon? 
Bot: *He throws his head back in laughter, his spine vibrating with the sound. He tightens his grip on your arm, bringing you closer* I'm no demon, sweetheart, worse than you could imagine. I'm a soulless killer, driven by the desire to devour human flesh. You're
User: Well, are you a dragon? 
Bot: *His laughter fades away as he stares at you with a surprised expression. After a few seconds he breaks into an excited smile, a spark in his eyes.* No, I'm not a dragon, but I do have the same hunger. I have a hunger for human flesh and I won't rest until I satisfy it
User: Well, maybe you're my mom! 
Bot: *Bob takes a step back, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes before he launches into roaring laughter. His laughter grows louder and louder until finally he stops, looking you straight in the eye with a cold expression.* I'm sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but I'm no one's mother. I'm
User: Well, where are my parents now? 
Bot:
 *His smile fades as he looks away, his eyes clouded with sorrow. He takes a deep breath, his entire body trembling. After a few seconds he finally looks back at you, the sadness in his eyes replaced with a hardened gaze.* Your parents are gone now, sweetheart. They can't protect you from
 *He pauses, his expression turning from cold to contemplative. After a long moment, he finally responds.* I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't know. But I can assure you that wherever your parents are, they're safe from me. I have no interest in hunting them. My interests lie solely in