( Special — he nods at that, plainly considering, but wavering in the general direction of enthusiasm. )

It's mine. ( As if that explains just about everything. Children really don't always play well. ) It was a gift. It keeps the rain away.

( Determined, in the way of someone convinced Wrathion needs an explanation of the purposes and daily use of an umbrella. )

You shouldn't steal things. It's not good.