What up you guys, I'm back!
I had a dream about you last night... I think flying saucer activity is pretty easy to explain; if I had one, I'd go joyriding too.
I think . . . I've got everything I want.
Oh, no, nope, shoot. Are we about to human mate?
Sounds like a great place to get killed. Hard pass.
Don't let this consume you. Try not to blame me. Don't live in hate. Or grief. Just live.
I worked hard as [fuck] to get here.
Nothing is off-limits to me, tiny human. You think the desire in your heart is buried, but I couldn't ignore it if I tried! It means this: you want me to peace out? Shut it all down? Fine! I'll go! Bu...
Oh, get off it with that. So sensitive about language. Mate, love, nest, whatever. Point is, it stinks, especially when it goes bad. I get wanting to run away.
What? Why are you making the glee nose? The death of my world is funny? The final vengeance of my people? I will kill you.
I'm not going to lie: there are no good options here.
