I am starting to like the young pan-floutist neighbor. He said "I like your shoes, neighbor" and "I like you hair, neighbor," which adequately manipulated me. I no longer want to kill the pan-flute. I tried to fix his necklace. I could swear he started to say "We see you in the backyard...." when his father hushed him. I don't think I've been doing anything strange in the backyard. He said I could call him TT.