Sometimes it is necessary to show dominance. Who's the boss, if you will. Usually I do not stoop to such low cattiness, but when the situation demands it, you must stand strong. The other night my humanoid brought out the black box. This is the one humanoid contrivance which I will tolerate. Enjoy. Some would say that I love it with every fiber of my being. The idiot actually thought he could have my black box. Can you imagine? HA! He is an idiot. It is mine.

The black box smells like the humanoids, but I still like it.

It is mine. I am unsure why the idiot is surprised by this.

I feel the idiot breathing on me. I loathe him.

Go away, idiot.

That's right, cry about it. Baby idiot.

How much longer must we go through this?

I told you no. Now read my beefy, bristled back: It is mine.

What?? He dares ignore me? Me?

This is unacceptable. That is my black box. I will NOT have it.

I said, THAT IS MINE!!!!

I see you skulking over there. Back away from my box.

It is mine. Any questions? I thought not.

I will now nap here for the next 56 minutes.

Leave me!