And he looks the tiger in the eye…‘But you finally got to be a tiger, Caesar.’ It’s bittersweet, but Caesar got to have one honest moment after a life wasted in a cage.” That’s you—you’re in a cage on Sesame Street—but you cling to your simpleton perspective. You rant about animals dying as if animals in books aren’t fictional. And then you shake your head. “I give up. If you like that scene…you’re a fucking psychopath.” I KILLED TWO PEOPLE FOR YOU. I’M A LOVER. A HERO. THE OPPOSITE OF A PSYCHOPATH. “Wonder, the tiger got to be a tiger. Why does that scare you so much?”
