"Can I show you something?" Asked Ferris. "It might not make you proud exactly but it may suggest to you a number of ways in which I could be commercially exploited."
The tiger had, granted, been heavily dosed with cannabis but it had begun to lick the registrar's foot in a way that might have been either loving or tasting, it was difficult to say which.
He has told me that I am more of a prisoner than my mother who lives in a bubble. This is true but he has the key to my cell and he will never give it to me.