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Don't tell it, I just live it.

Like, your whole life's a lie?

Basically. I'm one way for my parents and my mates. Another for others...I don't even feel I know who I am or what I really think. It's like having a million fucking thoughts in your head, and who knows where they're coming from and if they're even mine at all. I don't fucking know...

Huh, that's like, totally intense. What are you like when you're alone then?

[He has to think about that. He's a mess when he's alone. An absolute mess.] Like I'm boiling over with everything, ready to explode into a million pieces. Noises, and contradicting thoughts, everything coming and going, and I'm not moving anywhere.

That I am not my children's father.

Why would you lie about that?

They would not be happy, if they knew. The man their mother married is, in every sense that counts, their father. I think it best they never know otherwise.

Oh, that Yzma's pretty!

She's kinda not...uh. Pretty.

That's okay. It's like a nice lie.

Yeah! Otherwise she'd be sad, right? [Kronk felt better now.]

Yeah, exactly!

See, that's why I'm not dumb! Kuzco's always calling her ugly, so she's angry at him.

But I'm too smart for that. And...uh. And stuff. [Yeah!]

Love

What do you mean by that?

Every lie I've ever told comes back to love. Every one.

That kind of sucks.

You have no idea.

I'm sorry. I hate having to lie. It makes me feel like, icky.