Be careful; we wouldn't want anyone to think you're getting up to heroics, rescuing me from the diner and all.
Not that anyone would mistake either of us for morally upright citizens if you're climbing all over me like a jungle gym out on the sidewalk. No complaints here: I'm looking forward to the attention.
Vicious, pretty wolf? Vicious, vain wolf, maybe.
You think I'm a pretty wolf? Really?
[...]
Oh, huh. The conversation we had about heroes makes all kinds of sense now. You asked me what I think of them or something like that.
I tried to scroll back and look, but I don't have those texts anymore.
I bet you have them, though.
Later.
Let me tell you what I think about heroes: they taste rank. I don't know what it is about them, but every single one I've ever bitten in to tastes like they're rotting or full of metal shavings or [...]
No, you know what? They taste artificial. That's what it is. Couldn't have told you that in the Forest Before, but having had more than a decade of exposure to artificial flavoring, I'm going to decisively say that's the problem with heroes. They taste like someone made a human in a petri dish.
Can't eat them. Can't let them live, either, because they either try to kill me, or they talk along these weird dichotomous lines about good and evil and don't leave any room for reality.
Then again, I didn't really care for humans in general. Maybe I'm biased.
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Not that anyone would mistake either of us for morally upright citizens if you're climbing all over me like a jungle gym out on the sidewalk. No complaints here: I'm looking forward to the attention.
Vicious, pretty wolf? Vicious, vain wolf, maybe.
You think I'm a pretty wolf? Really?[...]
Oh, huh. The conversation we had about heroes makes all kinds of sense now. You asked me what I think of them or something like that.
I tried to scroll back and look, but I don't have those texts anymore.
I bet you have them, though.
Later.
Let me tell you what I think about heroes: they taste rank. I don't know what it is about them, but every single one I've ever bitten in to tastes like they're rotting or full of metal shavings or [...]
No, you know what? They taste artificial. That's what it is. Couldn't have told you that in the Forest Before, but having had more than a decade of exposure to artificial flavoring, I'm going to decisively say that's the problem with heroes. They taste like someone made a human in a petri dish.
Can't eat them. Can't let them live, either, because they either try to kill me, or they talk along these weird dichotomous lines about good and evil and don't leave any room for reality.
Then again, I didn't really care for humans in general. Maybe I'm biased.