“Oh my god, Thia. What are you doing? Are you just staring at a wall?”
“Correct.”
"...Can I ask why?”
“It allows the question.”
"...This is why you don't have any friends.”
“It does not understand the relation between Amy’s question and It’s purported lack of friends.”
“Yeah. That’s exactly why you don’t have friends.”
“Incorrect. It has many friends.”
“Oh yeah? Name five.”
“Dad—”
“Family doesn't count.”
“Understood. It will try again.”
“Go for it.”
“Yahweh, Satan, Lulu, Ksiti—”
“Imaginary friends don't count.”
“—arbha, Amy.”
“I—you—uh. Wh—I mean. Okay. You win.” Amy peeked between her fingers. “You’re so sneaky sometimes.”
“Incorrect. It is fully visible in this plane.”
“Yes, yes. Good girl. I can see you so you're not sneaky.”
“Correct.”