Rou

You there. Over there. Stop it.

Stop staring at me.

You’re not normally on this floor. You don’t normally sit there. Don’t know who you are or why you’re there.

What I do care about is that every time I look up, you’re staring at me. And when I walk past, you follow me with your head.

It’s very creepy.

Especially because you have piggy eyes. Seriously. They’re set really far back in your head, and you’re constantly squinting.

And you’ve got this very strange open mouthed way of sitting there. Kinda like a dog, but not as cuddly.

So… stop it already.

Fine. Be that way.

Imma find a crowbar. I think I can fix your eyes.