You say, 'Hail, Treddletek Cogwobbler'
Treddletek Cogwobbler whirrs loudly, 'Greetings [name], I trust you are well today? How could you not be though? All should be well if you are in the presence of the great and magnificant Ms. Retenderdrobbleson whose tales of glory span the world twice over and whose autonomous creations would never ever possibly be built with a predisposition toward self-serving praise.'
Who is Mis Retenderdrobbleson?