"So it's all clear sailing?"
He poofed into a sketchboard, a little animated version of himself steering an old black and white cartoon boat across the page.
"Im not sure! You know my urges...to maim, destroy, rip and tear. I want to do something more! but no! This programming of HIS keeps me from doing it.". He paced left and right, seemingly very restless.
Shadow stuck his tongue out cheekily, keeping his eyes closed.