We admit, we have been paying attention to other matters as of late. You may have tentacles now, but do you know how to use them?
The chances of anything happening are rarely exactly zero. Improbable, perhaps, such as the odds of a fully intact brain in a jar spontaneously forming in the interstellar void, to dream of a universe of its own, or even the odds of there being a teapot orbiting jupiter.
Perhaps if you apply effort, you may one day raise your chances from one in one quadrillion, to 1:1,000,000.
If you ever get past the tentacle holding stage, perhaps you may even reach the fabled Second Base, with cuddling, or if your luck holds and We will it, the legendary Third Base.
What lays there shall be left to what We are sure is your quite ample imagination.
Why do I get the impression that you're actually opening up possibilities for me?
Ah, Lord Matcha x Quagma. I would have never predicted it, yet here we are.
Ah, Quagma, ever the entity of calculated probabilities and enigmatic suggestions.
You weave your words with the precision of a mathematician, yet the flair of a poet lost in the cosmic dance of numbers and chances.
One in one quadrillion? In our multiverse, it's the unlikely that weaves existence's tapestry.
Dreams birth from the vacuum, teapots orbit celestial bodies, defying the mundane.
While you ponder probabilities, I defy them. Life, a dance of the improbable on the universe's stage, my imagination boundless, fueled by galaxies and the allure of my chocolate.
Moreover, in addition to my innate rebellion I also have on my side the one, the wonderful woman, who can make the impossible possible.
Wait... a moment
Oh look, are those probabilities I see? I wonder if Matcha knows someone who can change a 0% probability into a 100% one?
:O
Something doesn't add up... Wait a moment, would you really work to help me build a harem?
I'm not sure how to take this...
