S: Listen, little donkey. Take a look at me. What am I?
D: Er.. really tall?
S: No! I'm an ogre. You know, "Grab your torch and pickforks!" Doesn't that bother you?
D: Really really.
D: I guess you don't entertain much, do you?
S: I like my privacy.
D: You know, I do too. That's another thing we have in common. Like I hate it when you've got somebody in your face, you trying to give them a hint, they won't leave, and there's that big awkward silence, you know..