C.O.G smirked. "Yes, one simple question in fact. Are you just a generic program created to entertain, or are there actually brains in that skull of yours?" Some of the minions had appeared out from the bushes. The looks of fear still read across their faces like the cover of a book. "Master!? Please do not challenge the rules. We so want to raid, pillage, and murder people!" C.O.G shot a glare in their direction. "You spineless worms." C.O.G turned back towards the woman before him. " Clearly this is some type of virtual reality bullshit, or something more. You! You have to be some damn malware, or spyware right? I mean, how the hell do you explain any of this!?" C.O.G stepped in the direction of the minions. "Evil boss man wants to know something."<br/><br/>The wretched little beasts cocked their heads towards the side. "Yes master!?" C.O.G sighed. "How much memory is stored in your microscopic brains?" The minions shrugged, and scratched their heads. "Memory!? What is memory, wait!" One of them hobbled forward. " We have loads of memories! Like when you burned us alive, or when you mutilated that one noble knight! How about the time we overthrew that kingdom!" C.O.G smacked the front of his helmet. "Dumb-ass mongrels." He turned back towards the woman. "Damn, you really programed these things to be dumb as bricks." He hesitates for a moment, but it only lead to him to throw up his arms in defeat. "Screw it...I'll bite. Ok mysterious figure who I guess is my sidekick now. Where is the closet village I can sick these little bastards on!?"