I watch as Dawson clumsily drops a vase. Clearly a butter fingers at times. I can't remove the next rat today as planned; They went out to 'record'.

Leaving the child. I wonder if this is an 'offering' from Butthead. Unknownce to him, I don't hurt kids unless there're really bad. I sit in my normal position - on the ceiling- and watch him.

"Why the fucking fucker fuck did i drop that peice of shit?" Heh, I like it. 8 year old swearing when alone.

"Maybe you're a butter fingers?" He jumps half a mile before going all karate on me.

"Oh... it's you."

"That it is alright!"

"What do you want?"

" I'm board. The fucker I was gonna kill today went out... along with nearly everyone else." I recive a puzzled look from the boy, as he stares at me. He then starts cleaning up his mess, muttering to himself. I follow him through the house, repeatedly say "board!" to try get an interaction from him.

Nothing so far.

"I thought Harry was meant to be the boring one. He's more fun. He squeels like a baby" I giggle, remembering the red mans scream. That was fun...

Dawson meerly grunts in frustration, ignoring me as best he can. I continue to talk at him, at this point desperatly hoping to get some response.

"Will you just shut the fuck up!" He shouts, eyes twitching at me.

"No. You were being boring, and I need something to do. It's kinda hard to entertain yourself when you're not use to being alone completely and use to only choosing to be alone"

He stops for a moment.

"Why do you choose to be on your own?"