You got lucky, kid

So he had no mother, well that was brilliant he thought giddily, he could almost forgive him for calling him Sebby, Sebastian was a fine name he thought. Another way to get to get to Royale. He was buzzing with energy and happiness. He loved upsetting people, making them cry, making them angry, watching them squirm. He grinned revealing his pink tinged canines. "I do not like Sebby, well I don't really like you either." He paused. Wondering how he could get to him best. "So no mama, what did she leave you? Is she dead? Is mama dead!" He sang and danced around. He loved this. He certainly hoped that this annoyed him, he hoped he would cry, or even better, well you don't really get better than crying. Total humiliation.

"Speech"