Ms Visual Momswap Fixed Review

Ms. Visual clutched her pearls—or rather, her geometric statement necklace. "Where is my son?"

"He is an introvert," Ms. Visual defended. "He appreciates the subtle nuances of silence. Something your spawn knows nothing about."

"Techna," Ms. Visual hissed.

Techna raised an eyebrow. "A swap? For the afternoon?"

The red laser bounced off the glass, scattering red dots all over the room like a disco ball gone wrong. A curator gasped. A patron fainted.

In a twist of chaotic geometry, Bit dropped his game console. He dove to the right to catch it. Kenji, startled by the movement, stepped left to avoid a collision. The crowd swarmed.

"Mother..." Techna muttered, her systems crashing. "Initiate search protocol: Locate 'Kenji'."