Sometimes emotions are hard to describe...

 

I want to tell you something, Mr. Squirrel.
I admire you.
Your shiny gun.
You hold it with such conviction.
You know the truth, Mr. Squirrel.
This isn't it.
This isn't real.
This reality.
It superficial.
You are real.
Space Squirrel.
With your precious gun.
You are all anyone can hope to be.
With your glorious gun.
In space.
Really.