I Was Good At Being Charming, One

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.

Since I Am Not Actually A Real Human Being, My Emotional Responses Are Generally Limited To What I Have Learned To Fake.

I Know Family Comes First, But Shouldn't That Mean After Breakfast?

...being Torn Apart By Far Too Many Loyalties That Could Not Possibly Live Together In The Same Brain.