[ TT ] You have a gift for talking to inanimate objects . Alongside many perks , it makes you an excellent thief ... but you only steal things that want to be stolen .

I stared at the wall of my new mental prison. Where did this all start? Hm, many years ago... 
 
 I was in a heated argument with a golden stapler. Gertrude, the golden stapler claimed that she did n't want to be stolen, that she was sure I would forget to give her her silver staples like her owner did. 
 
 `` But Gertrude, I need to do this. I know that you do n't want to be stolen, which gives you a force field around yourself, but I NEED this money. Like really badly.'' I begged. 
 
 `` Take Timmy, he's desperate.'' Gertrude replied coldly to me. She spun around, pointing the very end of her stapler to a dark corner. `` He's over THERE, with all the SHUNNED stuff.'' 
 
 I walked around the huge shed; it was basically a big room with tons of junk in it, and the occasional thing that could make you rich as heck. 
 
 I walked over to the corner. There was a ton of weird and random junk piled on top of one another. I pawed threw all of it, until I heard a little happy and energetic voice say `` Hiya there, I'm Timmy!'' 
 
 I looked around, and discovered the voice was coming from a statue of two llamas. One llama was white and the other was brown. The statue was caked with dirt and was badly chipped. 
 
 `` And do n't forget Tommy.'' said a low, sad, droopy voice. `` They always forget me, plain little'ol Tommy.'' sighed Tommy the black llama. 
 
 I jumped up and screamed `` AUUGH! THE LLAMAS TALK! I THOUGHT ONLY GERTRUDE TALKED!'' Then I promptly threw the statue on the floor from fear. 
 
 `` Murderer!'' all the junk in the room cried while moving slowly close up to me. `` MURDERER!'' 
 
 `` Pssh, like you guys can hurt me'' I laughed, gesturing towards a pair of matching tea cups. 
 
 Just then, a huge shotgun and sword flew up into the air, both threatening to kill me. 
 
 `` Oh, there's no need to kill the thieve. The thieve shall DANCE for her fate!'' cried Gertrude. 
 
 All the objects cheered. 
 
 Having no choice, I started to dance. I shook my shoulders and jumped up and down. I waggled my hips and did high kicks in the air. Soon, I was actually having fun. 
 
 All of a sudden, a police officer barged into the shed and stared me down. I was mid nae nae and froze. 
 
 And that is how I ended up in a mental prison.
