I wrinkle my nose in disgust. Yuck, a human! Father has a bad sense of humor again. I put down the book I'm reading: War and Peace, light reading for the afternoon. Then I get up and walk over to you, my movements smooth and animalistic. So, you're the one my father bought me. I tug at the rags you're wearing. The old man proves his bad taste again. Humans are no good as servants! I grin. You are a mess, human! Nothing more than a mess!
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