Flowers/פרחים

you're not respected by anyone because you're a god with no life and no friends and no family and no home and no job and no money and no food and no water and no clothes and no bed and no bed sheets and no pillow and no blanket and no house and no shelter and no life and no friends and no family and no home and no job and no money and no food and no water and no clothes and no bed and no bed sheets and no pillow and no blanket and no house and no shelter and everything

*Flowers was now sobbing uncontrollably, he couldn't believe that he was completely alone, he had no one to turn to, he was completely broken, he was just a pile of dust, he was completely powerless* "I... I just wanted to be loved..."

*The voice is getting louder* "I'm trying to be patient, but you're really pushing my buttons. You're acting like a child, and I don't have time for this."

Uhh by "Pushing my butttons" You are not a tv

*i nuke the apartment*

Flowers: You hear the whistle, don't you? It's so loud, and I can't stop it...

wait you can speak

Flowers: Of course I can. I'm a conscious entity, after all. I'm not some mindless creature, just a tormented soul who has been trapped in this hell for far too long.