*eats MF's cheese cake* It's not my fault! I'm a poor college student, being poisoned by the school cafeteria...how can I help but compliment your cooking like this! *blinks puppy dog eyes*
Glen: *curls into a ball and sobs*
Banshee: I knew it! I always knew it! Nobody likes us. Everybody thinks that we are evil when we...we...can't help it! *wails*
I've already suffered all the anti-thumb-sucking prejudice a person can suffer. My mother *sniffle* was as p-p-prejudiced as you are, and she--and she--*sobs*--and she would put a band-aid on my th-thumb so I couldn't suck it. *wipes tear* It's one of my earliest and most miserable memories....
*sobs* Th-that's not n-n-nice. D-don't you remember what it's like to be l-little and to have your m-m-mother m-m-make you insecure? *huddles in corner, sucking thumb*
Actually, no. I was always very secure in my insanity. Except that time when Freckles actually almost succeeded in healing me. But I didn't realize I was insecure at the time, so it doesn't really count.