Stop whining~ I die all the time. Maybe I'm dead and maybe I'm not.
So what's the sob and tragic stories about? Bo~ring! Nobody cares about your fate after you become dust and ashes and tossed into the wind. Because you'll be dirt and dirt's not mourned. Uwahhh~! What do you say, Butler? Did I get it right?
One trash left. I'm going to vote for the dog. If Butler is released, it'll give you all another subject to speak about and the uncomfortable fear of being a victim of the things that go bump in the night~