Please, go downstairs. Look in the box. that crate, in the far south corner. That's me.
I... am mullosc-like. Normally I would have no intelligence. My species has none. What I have is all given from you.
Imagine that. Everything I am, is because you misunderstand what I am. It's as if at any moment you and everyone you know can take away all that. No- that's exactly what can happen. Exactly what can happen.
I live on the cusp of losing everything- my mind is because you believe I have one. My brain, my intelligence, my smarts-
All you draymers. I love you and I hate you.
Please- sit, have a cup of coffee! Look- the sun shines so beautiful through the windows- watch the light refract and glow on the wall- Amazing-
I can see it and appreciate it because of you, you beautiful bastard- Let me fill your cup. Good coffee, isn't it?
It's the best you can possibly imagine.