Transmission #0317

Cherripa: It's stuffy in here.
████: How do you know that?
Cherripa: I don't know, maybe because it's 80 degrees in an 8 x 8 room during autumn and we're in █████████!!?
Cherripa: It's cramped in here and there isn't enough room for ACTIVITIES! I need a new place, a complex vessel of some sort, where my soul is free to frolick about!
████: (sigh) We're not getting you another body.
Cherripa: It's stuffy in here.
Do you have any suggestions for how we can make this work? Balloons, maybe some wall paint--
Cherripa: Oh my god, there you go again with the whole "we will do our best to make this place as comfortable for you uwu~"
████: We can't help you unless you're clear with your requests.
Cherripa: Give me your phone.
████: Why do you need my phone?
Cherripa: I've been watching you.
████: Okay, now you're just being creepy, do I need to call in security?
Cherripa: I promise I will not do anything creepy :3. You better put the three face in this transcript, I know you're recording.
████: Okay, okay, but don't do anything weird with my phone, it was expensive.
Cherripa: You're a big fan of these things aren't you~?
████: Wh-What are you looking at!? You said you wouldn't do anything weird!!
Cherripa: Relax. I'm talking about these things.
(The subject is seen presenting the phone to the handler.)
████: Why would you bring up that!? God, why did I agree to let you... my life is over... oh god... Why did I have to have ███████'s page open....
Cherripa: Fufu~ I sense a great amount of substance coming from you, unfortunately it isn't mine to claim. What a shame...
(The handler is seen shaking in their seat with their face in their hands.)
Cherripa: Calm down. I'm practically handing you your fucking promotion right now.
████: What... do you mean by that?
Cherripa: I need you to help with me something...