Okay, your comparison to a dog can be seen by anyone, but me to a rat…? Actually, I take that back— I probably don’t want to know.
I already have to deal with Santana and Rachel and even Mr. Naïveté over there, and I don’t want to have to put up with you here, too.
I suppose a life without mirrors is the only humane way to allow you to keep living…
Well, the simplest answer to that predicament is for you to do us all a favor and leave, but somehow I’m doubting we’ll be that fortunate…and don’t tell me you’ve actually managed to find someone more insipid than even you. I wouldn’t have thought it possible.
Okay, who let the dog in? I thought we’d agreed that it was supposed to stay outside.
I’m guessing from your presence that nobody’s managed to figure out how to keep the fetal rats out yet. Somebody should really consider calling the exterminator.
I give this about three days before I’m too bored to deal with you people any longer, but, you know…enjoy me while it lasts.