Oh, you know. Transcendence, prophecy, terribly vague, lots of legalese, usually coated in slime & viscera, rendering it even more unreadable. Long and short of it is that I don't always fancy having a box to call my own.
But no, we were having fun talking all about you, let's stick to that. It's better. Is there some sort of plan to find you a new home or just festering resentment?