❝What am I doing with my life?

I should clean my fur up, it’s a mess. I probably smell pretty rancid as well. I need a bath, or a shower or something. Mammals might respect me more if I cleaned up my act a little bit. All I want is a little conversation; a little back and forth, an exchange of wits, a simple tête-á-tête if you will. But I feel like no matter how much I try, I can never seem to make a connection. Why can’t I connect with anyone?

Oh yeah, it’s cause I’m dead.❞