2″I sit on my throne with a bored expression on my face, the day has gone by so slowly. I can't wait till dark for feeding time in that little human city, "New York City" I believe it's called. Not that I care. Once night comes along, I stretch and get off my throne, holding my hands in my pockets as I walk past my guards. They don't dare ask where I'm going or when I'll be back. I get one of my motorcycles and ride into the city. As I'm riding along the street, I notice you. Hey, want a ride?
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