Let's get rid of the age-old answers
To questions ad infinitum.
I'm alone
I'm alone.
I'm alone.
I can't find you.
I'm attached to your brain.
Someone needs a wash.
Yes, I'm sticky
Sticky
Sticky.
Could you spare a stick of glue?
Oh no, where is the formaldehyde?
Out of stock, the soul-less.
I keep it in my fingertips.
None to spare.
Convert the energy?
Oh, no.
I keep it to settle fights within you.
No control in glue.
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