I'm not going to lie: there are no good options here.

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.

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.

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! But you'll never get your next wish. Your secret wish. [. .] A mother's love. A father you know. A world at peace. A sky of stars. This could be yours . . . or you could lose it forever. And I can go. Doesn't matter to me, you finite speck.

I worked hard as [fuck] to get here.

Don't let this consume you. Try not to blame me. Don't live in hate. Or grief. Just live.

Sounds like a great place to get killed. Hard pass.

Oh, no, nope, shoot. Are we about to human mate?

I think . . . I've got everything I want.

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.

What up you guys, I'm back!