You haven't gotten bored with the Nexus Hotel yet, which is nice because apparently you're stuck here. Like a festering fly on a glue strip, but you haven't managed to rip your legs off in an attempt to get away...yet. You could handle the pain, though. Pain feels good.

Laughing to yourself, you skip up and down along the buffet table, occasionally leaning over to snatch up a grape and pop it in your mouth, or to -- gasp -- double-dip a chip.

You're a damned nuisance.

And a de-light.