He listened to John, enjoying his meal as he enjoyed the evident glare of irritation from across the table. "The housefly lives no more than twenty-eight days. I'm sorry to disappoint, John, but I've been here years and I've beaten death twice now. Not going anywhere, dearest, I'm only getting started."
He glanced up from his food for a moment to once again take in the frustrated scowl being shot in his direction. "Why am I here? Why am I - here? Or why am I here now? Both questions are answered the same - a new chapter is being written. Same story, different chapter, so why not illustrate yours with a twist? It must be dull always being the sidekick, after all."