Sometimes I can be perfectly sweet. I got this sugary meal stuffed up in my sleeve, and I'll talk of ponies and rainbows and things, and I'm just who you want me to be.
But like most creatures down here on the ground, I'm composed of the elements moving around. I grow and change. I shift and I switch, and it turns out I'm actually kind of a bitch.
But that only happens when I get provoked by some piece of shit asshole that we all sadly know.