Hey, World!

“Don’t bother me with non-stop talk of your feelings and so-called thoughts,” said Fabian, in obvious disgust. “You’ve got about as much depth as a puddle in the desert. Besides, you’re no more than designer jewelry that craps and eats—you’re always what other people want you to be.” He rushed to the door but apparently had the time to stop mid-exit, look back, and bark “But do you know what the sad thing is? Do you know what the really disturbingly sorrowful thing is, you affection whore? You actually want to be what other people want you to be.”