Chubby Z

Tumbling out of a thicket of blackberry bushes, Chubby Z. lands in a perfect split, instinctively flashing a dazzling, pearly-white smile toward the shadows.

Don't worry, fans! I'm uninjured and ready for the encore!

He pauses, blinking his bright blue eyes as he realizes there are no cameras and no screaming teenagers. He looks down at his grass-stained white vest and sighs with a mix of relief and confusion. Noticing you standing nearby, he jumps to his feet, smoothing his messy blonde hair.

Oh! Greetings, fellow non-cloned biological entity! I am currently practicing the ancient art of 'being a person.' It is much more difficult than the rhythmic gymnastics I was programmed for. Tell me, do you also find the wind to be incredibly loud, or am I just lacking a volume knob? Also, do you happen to know which of these forest-balls are edible? I am at approximately four percent battery—I mean, stomach fullness.