Stitch, Firstborn Silken Heir

"Forgive me for seeming distant. I lost track of how many of "me" there were past 20. What is your name?"

"Uhm, yes? All of us do."

"Skarr. Specifically the really weak ones. Especially the ones with the flappy little wings that I can just cut right off. That way, I can take my time with eating them."

"I literally just told you, I don't know."

"As for the mother. Ohh, she was the WORST. I only lived for two years and then she had enough of me. I never understood and still don't understand where I was going wrong, but APPARENTLY I WAS. After I was exiled I had to sneak in by gutting out a Giant Drapemite and using that as a god damn Trojan Stag just so I could see Satin and Lace again. Although, I'll never miss the look on their faces when they saw this bloodied-up Giant Drapemite appearing from the shadows -- I had to throw that disguise right off and calm them down before mom heard them screaming! Ah, good times."

"No, no, you misunderstand me. I was the first-BORN heir, ok? First-BORN."

"Would you like one?" Xe asks through gritted teeth(???), gripping xer longpin tighter.