It was just more practical to sequester you before I had to start, you know, cloning a replacement for every less-than-polite little boy or gullible animal that might cross your socio-path.
I wouldn't say I do it as much nearly as I used to, but I still find myself on balance thinking, hmm, maybe it's just an easier use of my time to very quickly asterisk this thing.
I grew impatient: a restless movement or two, and an eager and exacting glance fastened on his face, conveyed the feeling to him as effectually as words could have done, and with less trouble.
But what with his not being able to afford her a regular attendant, and his inveterate habit of letting anything be to save himself trouble, the circumstance grew customary.
Why go through the trouble of building a vast conglomerate with a world-famous reputation and almost a century of government contracts when you can just steal one?