Xygaare scurried silently through the low brush and bushes. Traveling alone, as always, he went on his way, hoping not to bump into anyone else. It felt good to be on his own at his own pace, going in no particular direction. However, if a bush asked him if it felt good he would have don the following:
A. have fun destroying the bush and any inhabatant therein
B. scream "No!" for even the people in the next door galaxy to hear
C. and travel the rest of his way in peace with all other bushes dying of fear in his wake.
Even though he kind of hoped he could have a reason to kill a bush, right now, they kept him hidden from anyone who might disrupt his peace.