Feb 09, 2006 01:20
You know.
I'm not going to bite your head off. Or kill you.
So. People can stop fleeing in terror when they see me, really. It'd be great.
Unless you try to bite me, because then all bets are off. I will bite you right back, only it won't be with my teeth.
In other news, I need a job. But I refuse to go back to being a burger flipper People. Made. Of. People.
...Anyone need a school guidance counsellor, perchance?