Here's an open source place for all to brainstorm about what Zsu Zsu will say to people at her art installation. To start off, the following submitted by Ronnie from Rock Opera. You can see he addressed each of her emotions as indicated on her Spiteful Tower Mood Meter. If we can base different reactions on these, we'll have lots of creative directions together. Ping in and contribute! Now, here's Ronnie as Zsu Zsu:

- Entitled ~ Where eez my croissant? I expect my croissant to be warm and fluffy, after all I AM Zsu Zsu! I am thee reason the Sun revolves around thee Earth. I am what make life bearable.
- Justified ~ Since I am brilliant and never make meestakes. I know what is best for everyone. Just being Zsu Zsu gives me the inherent right to say as I please and you subordinates must bring me geefts because you love me and I deserve many geefts. Now, go away, it is time to cut cheese: Brie or Rutherford?

- Bored ~ I am miserable. Everyone is so slow and stupeed! Your stories have bored me to tears, however, I’m so dry, thee tears will not fall. Please, someone tell me something interesting, this festival is worse then network day time TV. It is more interesting to watch the hair grow under my arm peeits then to walk amongst the theme camps and villages. The art is pedestrian, and the creativity level below that. An upper GI would be more appealing then this.

- Uncomfortable ~ My brassiere is way too tight and it’s hot. I smell sometheeng and it eez not me. One of us is stinky, is it you, Feelth? I must breathe out of my mouth, to avoid tasting the stench in here.

- Unappreciated ~ This is how you treat me? I’ve been cleaning and dusting my jewelry all day and this is how I am rewarded?

- Wronged ~ You bastard! How dare you approach me with such obstructions! Now rub my feet or Zsu Zsu will throw a tantrum. I never!
- Trapped ~ You can not keep me in here! It’s an abomination! I need to go to thee spa! My nails look like pickles and my breath smells like french onions. I need a facial and my Feelth needs a French manicure. This is thee worst sensation of filthee ness I have ever tolerated. Geet mee out of here now!

-Disgusted ~ I can not believe thee-is mess! What is wrong with you peeeple? Grubby, mucky, did you make that excuse of a garmeent yourself. Yes? You came out here to this feelthy place to enjoy yourself? That’s nauseating. I may throw up and have gastritis. Go away.
- Tired ~ all day long, alone, with playa feet, in this heat, this horrible heat. My mouth is z dry as z ducks neck. My lids are heavy with time, I’m exhausted, I’m pooped, I’m beat, this heat. Someone turn on my french air conditioning.
- Ignored ~ You are not z cable boy? Am I to wait all day for basic cable? I am Zsu Zsu! I wait for no one. You have no tools, no pamphlets, nothing, no cable! I fart in your general direction. Zsu Zsu will watch z burns from my toilet, before I speak to you.