Yeah, I get it. Makes total sense.

[it Does Not, considering the way he just keeps going.]

Before you know it, it'll sprout legs and crawl out of the pool in some fuckin' Dawn of Chatbot fashion, blobvolve its way into high school, and then you'll have to argue with it over curfews while it bubbles about how you're not its real dad.

[holy shit, Dave, no.]

That's how it works, right. I haven't boned up on coding biting bots or anything, but that sounds like how it should go.