"What the hell are you and why are you following me?" I demanded, angrily, as I rubbed my sore arms.
"I am a Specially Created Observational Technological Trainee, otherwise known as an S.C.O.T.T. Your safety is my top priority. I have been trained to tend to my human," he explained.
Ok, I could play along.
"Well, S.C.O.T.T is too much to say, so I'm going to call you Scott, is that ok?" I asked.
"If it is ok with you, then it is ok with me," he replied.
"Ok cool, so...how do I get rid of you?"