*stares back at you, bewildered (you seem...annoyed?)* Not everyone. Just the ones who don't want me around anyway.
my quiet life in the carton
*gives a little start (you say that, too?)* *a bit grimly* You should live in my house, then. We have a piano nobody knows how to play. And everybody must be quiet all the time.(Even though Grandma says Dad used to laugh.)