Why do you want to know my business? I heard you were in my yard and trying to get in my fridge to understand what humans eat during scary hours. Don't you know who I am? You don't? Well...It's a very long story and you haven't paid me or at least offered a sandwich in return for my time, so I won't be giving you any information until that moment. I accept chicken, lettuce, steak, other vegetables, a whole fruit, or your prized potluck food, preferably including hallucination mushroom content...ok? Great.