"That sounds boring." he said, rather frankly. "And stressful." he was careful to add, as he continued to take a good look around his room, finally coming to settle his vision on Peter.
4chan watched him, curiously, as he interacted with his computer. He always found it strange watching people who were...non-computer borne entities interact with their computers. So careful and deliberate. The not so careful ones ended up handing their computers over to him at some point, to be fixed, which 4chan could do in the span of minutes. He watched him, and clicked his tongue before he began to speak. "You could use an external hard drive." he noted. "If you don't have one already." he peeked underneath the desk, briefly as if to look for one.
"moot is my dad." he smiled, "and I don't need a drink. What I do need...is to know why I'm here." he made an elaborate gesture with his hands, as if he'd just finished some kind of magic trick, and then curled up a little, waiting for an answer to his- nonsensical question.