[ Oh, oh no. There's something almost charming about the barrage of questions, in a way it reminds him of Narancia. Which is also why he's kind of wishing he could pull his headphones on — as rude as it would be. He's having trouble keeping up. ]

Okay, okay. [ He holds up a hand, as if to say 'please stop'. ] How about we slow down, one question at a time: no, I'm not from a computer game.

[ Does that mean this bizarre fellow is? Abbacchio's been forced to accept a lot of things he thought impossible to be oh so possible over the past couple of years, but there's a line, you know. How is something like this even remotely possible? Behind him, Moody leans over Abbacchio's shoulder and makes a few small beeping noises. Abbacchio heaves out a sigh, and in the most deadpan voice asks his own question. ]

… Are you from a video game?