I Had Become A Perfect Fake Human,

...being Torn Apart By Far Too Many Loyalties That Could Not Possibly Live Together In The Same Brain.

The Whole Point Of Wearing A Disguise Was To Be Seen Wearing Her.

In My Lifelong Study Of Human Beings, I Have Found That No Matter How Hard They Might Try, They Have Found No Way Yet To Prevent The Arrival Of Monday Morning. And They Do Try, Of Course, But Monday Always Comes, And All The Drones Have To Scuttle Back To Their Dreary Workaday Lives Of Meaningless Toil And Suffering.

And Once Again I Found Myself Wondering, As I Drifted Off To Stunned And Unbelieving Sleep:how Do These Terrible Things Always Happen To Me?

I'm A Very Neat Monster.