How to be endearing?

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My mother had washed and folded some clothes.  She set them on the table.  She asked me to put away my clothes on the table.  Me?  But they ARE on the table, isn't that were you told me to put them away?  Thankfully she was out of ear-shot or that would have been one more blackmark on Doom's bad list methinks.  Never mind, I'll wait until she can hear me.  *blink blink*  Endearing as a rattlesnake, she thinks, to be sure.  Just, letting you know.  And charting my path from this life to the next.  Later.