I don't know why we're gutting you. Nonners said they were stealing kneecaps, realized you had none worthy of taking, and needed an alternate option.

I simply provided alternate information ;)

To be fair you knew what you were getting into when you adopted me.

You walked into the children store and picked the one talking to itself with rabies. I was labeled "Bastard Crackbaby Glace"

I was born in a burger king and sold for a goddamn crunchy taco

This is all you fault. Now you are stuck with me until the end of time.

~Non Sequitur~ said:

My melodies would be sick. I'd be a little sick playing someone's ribcage. You'd tell me to shut up, because I don't know how to play the ribcage.

OH that is such a good description of you!

And I did not feel bad for you, I wanted you to power my house by running in circles on a wheel but you turned out to be a lazy little grump and I was stuck feeding you. Then I just decided, what the heck? I'll keep the little brat.

AND STOP TALKING ABOUT MY RIBCAGE. You'd have to get past the abs ;)