"This is something that is done fairly often, yes. Though, loyalty comes with time and experience, if at all. I do not go around making Drones. People are to remain, spiritually, themselves. If I wanted more me... Well. I'm already doing that. What purpose do I have with erasing interesting folk?"

"It can get anyone pregnant, including Robots. Other than that... It can sustain an Army and a bunch of other things I don't feel like sharing right now. Perhaps you should explore the caveats...

Personally - Perhaps."

"That depends... How many can you handle, Occultist? Fret not, the typical answer is one egg. They are quite sizable, after all...

Optimally, I would prefer it Earthlings could handle more than one per weekly cycle, however, it's still four eggs per month. That's not too bad."

Attendant says:
"And how am I doing? Hardly. I get the benefit of the doubt, considering I always manage to [s]look[/s] seem busy."

Empyrean says:
"The Attendant is effectively treated as a direct Heir to the Throne, he's as much a Prince of mine as he is my Companion until the end of time. It can be complicated. He's never going to get onto the Throne."

"I believe that privilege goes to a particular Volibear, who I keep around as a continual Broodmother."
<There's a picture of Volibear trying to escape a flash photo, with Empyrean headlocking him>

"Why would I do that, if I can use the bodies thrown at my doorstep? What purpose is there to masturbating alone - I can never even find five seconds to be as such..."

"Attendant, you know ass eating is on Sundays, after you've cleaned the Kitchen spotless. What do you mean you weren't asking? . . . . . . . . .

The Agency better pay me double time for this one... Alright, tell the Fan to meet me at the Club. 9pm sharp! I do not play nice with those that dawdle.

Now, where did I put that pectoral lotion for maximum slip and sheen . . . . ."

"Huh? ... What? Why is someone asking -how- homosexual am I? How can that be measured? Are you sure you're reading that correctly? Once upon a time it meant happiness... Yes, yes, I'm sure that's the question.

I am immensely content. Thank the fan for asking. . . . .

What do you mean they're asking me how big is it? Big is what? My WHO? The heat death of the universe cannot come fast enough. . . . . ."

"Attendant, what on the Stars is that comment? Elaborate!

Uh huh. . . Yes? The beds would break . . . What do you mean intercourse? . . . Well... Yes. Yes I do. I fuck very hard! . . . Why would this... Ikea? - Not go out of business? . . . WHAT?! HOOLIGANS! HAND ME THAT DEVICE, I'LL SHOW THEM WHO THEY'RE DEALING WITH!"

The following text couldn't be transmitted due to completely illegible writing and nonsense of symbols.

"Tell them;

'Lo there wanderer. Salutations. Fire away your pistons, I might have an answer for you.'
And then, remark - 'I haven't any idea who this man is, sorry to this man!'
Yes, this will do. Fictional stories are quite entertaining, but I haven't heard of this one. I wonder where I might purchase as such... I'm not seeing any such books on Barns & Stables..."

"Hm? An Occultist called me ugly? This is all intentional and part of the greater plan.

Back when I modelled myself as the perfect predator, people were horrified, scared and ran away screaming. So, I decreed, I needed to make myself as appealing as possible, by utilising obscene parts. Now, nobody runs away from me.

You call it ugliness - I call it no longer being alone.

... ... ... Yeah?! Did I sound wise and bad-ass? Woohoo! I'm... Awesome."

"What? That cannot be right, Attendant, what're you saying? I taught you proper eloquence, use your words.

What do you mean it's the question? These Fanmails are getting out of control...
I will endeavour to answer them all! I have no matters of humanoid flesh and no organs! Of course I can do anything I want, twenty five hours of the day!

... ... ... What do you mean there's only twenty four hours in the day?"

<There is a string of plump pectoral shots taken in response to this question, however, it appears Ren is slowly getting closer to the device taking them and doesn't look very happy about the photographs! Until the last one, which shows him off in a classic Herculean pose.

He's a slut.>

"I've been asked if I'm CLUMSY? Why I never! I have had thousands of years practising all forms of Dance! I have the utmost advanced skillset in any Dance known to Man! In fact, Capoeira is my main martial and favourite form! How dare they?! I'd like to see these punks mix a Pirouette into a Meia Lua!

...Though there is that one time I fell over and became the Husband of an Eldritch God..."