Brad thinks so.

"Actually," Brad said, "I'd love to see your pussy, if you don't mind."

"Of course, dude," D said nonchalantly. "I got you." She stood and reached for her waist. In one smooth motion, she pulled the sundress off and was fully nude. Brad's jaw dropped yet again

"Pretty sick, right?" D looked approvingly down at her body. "You're one lucky son-of-a-bitch."

"Why's that?" Brad asked, never breaking eye contact with her very slightly unkempt bush.

"Because you get to fuck this," she gestured to her lithe, graceful form, "and I have to fuck you."

"Oh, fuck you," Brad said grouchily as D pulled her dress back on. "I'm not that bad."

"Of course not," she said. "I'm just incredibly, jaw-droppingly attractive and you're... not that bad. It's like you won front row seats at the Olympics and I'm a competitor."

"Yeah?" He asked. "What events should I see?"

"Mmm, maybe downhill skiing." She thrust her chest against him.

"Aren't the slopes here dangerous?" he asked.

"Well, if it's too much for you to handle..." D spread her legs and cocked an eyebrow. "At least you'll die with an amazing view."

A heavy beat passed before D burst into braying laughter. Brad scowled, which made her laugh even harder. "Oh, fuck, dude, I'm sorry," she panted. "I just... couldn't keep a straight face acting all sexy like that. You were so fucking into it, dude, holy shit!"

"Well, what do you expect?" Brad asked sullenly.

"Dude, it's like mind control!" D said, a manic grin on her face. "I'll bet I could get some asshole to give me his car!"

"Maybe I'll swap you out with the girlfriend script," Brad grumbled.

D protested, holding up her hands defensively "No, wait! Why don't we try some modifiers? Like all the **** ones and stuff-"

"Modifiers? What the fuck are modifiers?" Brad demanded. "And- wait a minute, why don't you want to be deactivated? I thought all the scripts were ok with being deactivated."

D put her hands down and averted her gaze. "I don't know, man. I just like hanging out with you. Like, all the wife and girlfriends get to go on these fun dates and then fuck you and then they wanna go back in the poke-ball or whatever and I don't, man. I just have fun when we're together and I wanna keep hanging out."

Brad was stunned. It was the longest and most sincere thing D had said so far. "You... wanna keep hanging out?"

"Yes, you fuckin' dork!" she shouted, punching him again. "Hanging out, being your friend, it feels great. All of this shit is just so much fun, and as soon as I spit out that script it'll be some other script sucking your dick or making you waffles or whatever. And before you ask, no, I'm a golem, I can't have fun. I can't have preferences or a personality or a voice, but my script emulates all of those things. And the person that the script is emulating wants-"

Brad cut her strange tirade off with a follow-up question. "Modifiers?"

D grinned triumphantly. She was back in the game.