I'll eat him if he's bothering you, I like biscuits
He's actually quite cute, so I'll eat him myself, but thanks for the offer.
CT: It seems that some people never stop gossipping, no matter how old they get. I was just on the train with a friend, a university student with blue hair who really likes to talk a lot, and today she told me everything about a funny series she'd been watching. There was a middle-aged woman sitting next to us who seemed annoyed, and later, after the train ride, she happened to be standing next to me again at the bus station. She didn't realise that, though, and started bitching to her friend about some stupid blue-haired girl on the train babbling without interruption about some silly TV show. She even called
me weird, even though I didn't say a lot or do anything unusual. The look on her face when she noticed me staring at her with the blankest expression I could manage was priceless.
I'll definitely tell my "stupid blue-haired" friend about this, and tomorrow we'll come up with something
truly "weird" and memorable to do the next time we see her. Childish, you might think? Sure, but why should we be better than that old hag? One of the important lessons I've learned in my long life is that being "wise" and acting "more mature" in situations like this only leads to frustration, so I'd rather lower myself to her level and have some fun.