I find you unqualified.
To live, that is.
You are vastly inferior to the task.
How can you,
So rude, so awkward, so inexperienced,
Possibly contribute to my world?
Oh, I see.
You disagree?
Well let us run down your
'Qualifications'
Shall we?
Can you dig a grave?
Your own?
I thought not.
Can you file?
Without labels on the folders?
I thought not.
Can you watch the tailights ride away
Pick yourself from the dust
Smile at me the very next day?
Ah, you see now, don't you?
Huh.
Well, I thought not.
You must understand, sir.
Oh.
My bad.
M'am you must comprehend,
I simply haven't the patience,
To teach this all again.
I took on one like you,
Just once,
You know.
I slithered my hand through the cupboards,
Gathering the perfect mixture of adoration and free will,
Adding a little nutmeg for warmth,
A little tumeric for vah-vah-voom,
But no luck.
The ingrate.
We had a...
Falling out.
He fell,
That is.
So
No,
Sir.
My bad,
M'am.
I'm afraid I just can't.
You see you've never lived before,
Have you?
No previous experience at all.
How do I know you won't...
You know...
Fall?
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