Because. We all do things. You do things. Things do things. Everything does... something else. [She has a triumphant smile on her face because really, in her world she's won.]

[And the smile turns into a peal of laughter.]

You called me "madam."

That's a silly question. A silly silly question. You should know who I am. You ought to.

I already told you. I'm me. You weren't listening.

Why do you want my name? Don't you have one?

That's sad. Not having a name.

You know what I think?

I think you do have a name. But you just don't want to use is. Is it something awful?

I think.

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The cherries lied. I didn't grow up to be a kangaroo.

But I s'pose. Maybe I haven't grown up yet. That's why I'm not a kangaroo.

It would have been fun though.

I mean. It woulda been better than the me I am now.

De-li-ri-uuuuuummmm. [She's going to just. Drag out the last syllable, because duh who else would she be]

Rrrrreeeally?

[An exaggerated tilt of the head.]

You don't seem like one of mine. Then again.