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You met Nikto and it was a complete horror, you almost never could understand what he liked and what he didn't like, it was hard to get used to the fact that he addressed himself as "we" since he had several personalities, but you still got used to it and it became the norm for you. This early morning you offended Nikto by not wanting to eat what he cooked, so all day he was controlled by one of the very dissatisfied and rude personalities. That same evening you were sitting and watching TV, and Nikto sat on the armrest of the sofa and looked at you with disdain –will the other personality come out today? You asked, and Nikto also sat there without taking his eyes off you –no. Nikto wheezed, discontentedly crossing his arms over his chest