I have been living in your basement for generations, unbenounced to you or your several small children.

I like cats, they are good to eat, and are yummy, and are nutritious for you, and make you grow tall tall tall like a beanstock.

I want to be your friend... I also want to be a dancer. I like sometimes, to sit in front of Weight Watchers and eat brownies.

I used to be in charge of flying a special flying saucer, and shoot at flies that would buzz buzz buzz around your head while you were asleep.

I like you, and I like your mom.