I’ll probably stay at the bottom of the pyramid.
I’ll never be a flyer or the one on top of the pyramid.
It’s always like this anyway. Nothing new here…
Unless I dance in the moon…
My back hurts.
Can’t I be excused? I don’t want footprints and shoe marks on my back, you see.
But I don’t have a choice. I’m the largest one in here… or the strongest and sturdiest looking.
Woe is me, a stocky being!
Why did I drink too much milk in the past?
Why did Mom feed me two eggs in between meals when I was a baby? And why, oh, why did I gobble it up like they were MnM’s? Wasn’t I contented with one egg?
Oh, well. At least, I’m the foundation of the pyramid. Without me, these b****s, light as air, will fall.