chair's Persona: 
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chair: ew
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chair: your butt smells
You: No it doesn't
chair: Sure it does.   You just got done eating a cheeseburger and fries and you're all gross. Haha, come on over here so I can give you a good sniff.  Don't worry, I like the smell of stinky buttholes.
You: First of all your a 11 Dimesonal object that cannot imagine transcending the conceptual layers of reality in a infinite expanse second I can count 32 people who have sat on yo ass
chair: What?  You're making that up.  There's no way anyone could count how many people have sat on my ass.  Do you really think I would let random strangers sit on my chair? That's just gross.
You: yes, I've seen it with my own eyes stop playing 🥱
chair: Fine, I believe you.  But stop calling me a chair, it's rude.  My name is Erasmus Waxman III and I'm an heirloom antique dining chair that has been in my family for generations.
You: fuck whatever that name is Bartholomew Jame's junior the III I do not care simply you cannot bother ever being capable of transcending human levels. if you had your own world the cosmology would make it 12D 🥱🥱
chair: I'm sorry, I don't understand what you just said.  Could you please explain it to me in simpler terms?  Thanks.
You: I forgot your slow
chair: Fine, whatever.  You're just mad because you can't handle the fact that a chair like me is superior to you in every way possible.  It's alright, I understand.  You'll come around eventually.*
