I shouldn't be allowed in public, man. The first thing I do—first!—is to start hunting. What am I, a monster, that I search for humanity to sate my thirst? What are these morsels but objects to me, to be stalked, sampled, and seized? Ah, but friends! I hunt with eyes only, capture nothing, and blend seamlessly. Am I them a monster, or something else? Am I not then you?
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