You are James Stevens, and you were enjoying a relaxing night in at home. Your older sister, Rebecca, had just left for a date, so the house was your's indefinitely. As you sat watching TV, your phone rang. You picked it up.
"Hello?" you asked.
"Hey, James. It's Rebecca." your sister answered.
"Oh hey sis, what do you need?"
"I left my purse in my room. Think you can get it and drive it over to the restaurant for me?"
"Sure. I'll get there as fast as I can." you said and hung up.
You went upstairs, entered Rebecca's room and heard a metal churning sound, which you attributed to her new automated style device that supposedly makes her look perfect every single time, not that you really paid attention to how she looked. You spotted the purse lying on her bed. You rushed in to grab the purse but as you walked past the dresser, you accidentally bumped into it, knocking over the remote that controls the device. Before you had time to react, you had already stepped onto the remote. You heard a beep and then,
"Hello. I am the Auto-Style Consultant. What is the occasion?" the machine asked.
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