He asked for food, about half an hour after vehemently rejecting his lovingly-prepared lunch. I told him he’d need to wait until I took a break, and he asked why, and I told him I wanted him to suffer. (It’s my generic “you already know the answer” answer. They know better. Trust me. We just have warped senses of humor around here.)
T says: You DON’T. And if you do, I’ll take over New Mexico.
There’s a threat for you!
He does seem to have a political air about him. That coupled with loving many woman would be a straight ticket to taking over New Mexico.
P.S. Have you read the gossip on the San Francisco mayor?