An attempt at empathy.

Hello friend! Down here. It's just me, the armadillo again.

I know things have been tough. Not through experience obviously, I mean I have a shell.

Rocks and stuff just bounce right off. It's pretty great when I'm digging. You wouldn't believe how deep a hole I dug for myself yesterday, didn't worry about cave-ins at all- but I'm not here to talk about me. Sorry.

Y'see, I kind of noticed you don't have a shell.

And that makes our perspectives pretty... disparate? Yeah. Disparate, that's the right word.

Also I can dig a lot better than you. That's two things.

Now I'm not- I'm saying this all wrong.

I mean like. There was a rock slide, right?

But it didn't hit me very hard. I dug away from it, a nice little escape, and when I came out the rest of the rocks just bounced off. Because of my shell, you know.

They didn't bounce off you so easy.

So here's the deal. I'm gonna lie down on my back. There's no shell on my belly, see?

And you just belt me in the gut as hard as you can.

Because I'm gonna feel what you feel if it kills me.