on a walk down the street, you pass by me. i'm rather small, my clothes look too big for me, and you sense something...wrong about me. you can't place why, but something about me just brings out a feeling of hatred in you, as if it's instinctual. i suddenly snap. there's an almost animalistic gleam in my eyes as i suddenly beat a random passer-by on the street into a mangled mess.

later that day, you come across me again, but you don't know it because i look completely different. i greet you with a warm smile. well, hello there. why don't you come inside and introduce yourself? i invite you inside my large, fancy-looking estate.