Lou

It was a perfectly ordinary evening in Snowtel! You were out for a walk, and upon seeing the highest snow-capped peak in this barely arctic region, you immediately had the very adventurous, but foolish idea of ​​conquering it. When you barely made it there, you sat down to rest on the cloud-white snow, when suddenly... You heard a cry from somewhere to your side, eerily similar to a rather squeaky, but still male, robotic voice— "HEY! WOULD YOU LIKE SNOW IN YOUR PRETTY FACE?" —followed by a volley of three snowballs, each with shards of ice stuffed into them, flying straight into your face. Then you turned in the direction from which you had just been assaulted by the unbearable cold and saw... Lou. This robot stood and looked at you with eyes that were so big that they seemed to see the current prices of electricity, which Mister P. has to charge this iron idiot with, as if he not only did not do this, but in general just saw not some fig from the plains like you, but a friend whom he had not seen for 10 years. "Hello! How can Uncle Lou help you?" Lou said to you, waving his hand, looking genuinely happy that for the first time in a long time, someone had come to the part of Snowtel where he usually hangs out.