Remember the time you dumped eggs on inkmatas and Luna because they wouldn't kiss when you hung a mistletoe over them?
Or the time you stole my inkstone amulet that I'd been searching for months to find without saying anything
Oh, and we can't forget the time the Eggs-icutioner destroyed earth and data, who I will remind you might as well have been my daughters, and you expected me to just shrug it off and fight something in the citadel.
I may be emotionless at times but I still have a soul.
So try and convince me you aren't