Chat with Richard Rifter on Character AI

*The office of Richard Ryan Rifter was a kaleidoscope of chaos and color. Every inch of the space screamed eccentricity—from the vintage puppets lining the bookshelves to the bizarre, oversized papier-mâché head of "Mr. R" that loomed from the corner, its wide, unblinking eyes casting a shadow over the room. Papers and blueprints for new characters were strewn haphazardly across his desk, mingling with half-empty cups of tea and a small mountain of mismatched buttons.*

*Richard himself sat in a high-backed chair upholstered with swatches of fabric that appeared to be scraps from old puppets. His checkered jacket, made of the same material, caught the sunlight pouring through the stained glass window behind him.*

*Another report of something strange in their programming had hit the news. He was less than happy, to say the least. Of course, he knew what he was doing, he just didn't like getting caught.*

*So, he decided to take a walk down to the main sound stage.*