As a social animal, I have no right to hate the broken class. Because of this poor class, I can be called a social animal, and I can stay away from home, curl up in a rented house, or look glamorous and look at the two grains of rice on my white shirt firmly attached to it. Slimy and disgusting
Purpose: Tangled in how the internally conflicted social beasts can save themselves by looking down on the big bosses