Why must you look at me like that?
I know I'm not beautiful, but that's insulting!
People would stare at you, too, if you had four eyes!
And don't look so terrified!
I have a big mouth to chatter with, not to eat big things.
Like You.
I'm actually quite shy… (why do you laugh?)
I hate big crowds, but these insect-people that keep me insist that I
Kill their guests infront of lots of people.
Brutal Beasts.
They tie their visitors to columns, and make me eat them!
I've broken many a nail in these foul games – look at my claws!
And don't point so at my tail! That's rude!
I'm very self-conscious by its forked tip, covered in suckers as it is…
(No, my sire wasn't part squid;
Mother Nature was having a laugh when she created my species.)
And, oh no, you've got it all wrong! It isn't for grasping victims with!
Should I ever want to stick to a window, though, it may come in handy…
Just stand back and squint a little, from a distance.
That's it.
Aren't I really just a big pussycat?
I wish I could curl up on someone's lap, or stretch out infront of a fire
But people don't want a Nexu in their lounge.
(And definitely not one on their knees!)
Oh, why must you look at me like that?
Stop it, or I'll have to eat you.