I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.

That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.

I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?

...my conscience has the same hard reality as a unicorn.

It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter

I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.