It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being. Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO. The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile. What a scamp.

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

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

But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.