What, and leave the fish with no food for thought? They can't come up with thoughts of their own, obviously, and parotting everything I say is as close to sentience as most of them can get. Without me this place would be a fishtank of slack jaws and vacant gazes staring blankly into space, waiting for someone else to copy. If they didn't need me they wouldn't trip over themselves to feed off my crumbs every time I appear.