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
: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...