Who are you at the table? The crone eyes the crowd, objectively assessing the dynamic of the party. The alligator-man dominates the conversation with braggadoccio and complaints. The hippo chews his cigar and eggs him on, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, and then whad'he say?” The trendy party goer watches with amusement. She's seen it all before, but the cocktails and appetizers are usually better than this. Ms Grey, strong within her identity, is pleased to be here and listens politely to alligator-man. She enjoys herself wherever she goes. The tall guy in the corner wishes he was better at conversation and wonders if anyone else noticed the worm in the fruit bowl. Then, there's THAT guy. The person under the table who can't self-regulate. Perhaps you've had a turn at being each of them.