"Suicide is starting to sound like a good option," the fox commented plainly as his ears had flatten themselves down to his head to block out some of the bubbling none sense. Once again he smashed his head against the wall, and let out a low whine. "For the love of god say something intelligent! How about this! Answer my riddle, upon a night I say day, upon a day I say night. If darkness is the new light, and the moon is my sun. Then what am I?"