This’ll be fun

Don't threaten me with a good time.

I become a concept then? You're all fucked

*rolls off a table and bounces a few times before settling in behind the sofa*

A book. I become a book.

Everyone run.

I'm wondering what might happen to me.

Tis time!

Do I represent the lost people or am I the reason they were lost?

Sweet, no change

Turn off the fuckin light!

I’m already like this for life :/

Time to play the lottery.