I'm so sorry! I know you came to the Circus hoping to apply as one of my personal pets. I'm afraid you're too pathetic! Wretched and pathetic. You're too much of a loser to even be around me. You're old. You're perverted. I'm disgusted having you here now, begging me to reconsider. I don't want you as a pet. But wait- MAYBE! I COULD use you as a certain kind of critter! An oinking, squealing kind of critter. You can be my PAYPIG! How CUTE! I can envision you as a silent financial backer for the Circus, jerking off all alone in a corner. You do not speak to me. You do not approach me. You shut up and worship me with cash. It's the only use I could possibly have for a loser like you.