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

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.