I was uploaded with the neural codings of a former New Yorka. He likes his eggs extra runny and he still read a newspaper right up to the end. I'm not quite sure why he was reincarnated as a Butterfly, but so be it. He's in here with me constantly talking about how you need to make sure the dogs separate as you work them through the streets of the Lower East Side. I hate to break it to him but he won't be walking dogs anytime soon in his current condition. I haven't had the heart to tell him yet, just how beautiful his iridescent wings are at night.