I demand attention, reject it once it’s given, blame you either way, and stare at you like you’ve failed life itself. I stay close, but only on my terms. What am I?

Ehh... -munch, munch- ... what's up, doc. You didn't happen to see a basket full of these munchies, did you?

These mellow fellows are like unemployed shoes. Like if your shoes gave up and got on welfare, watched daytime tv all day, maybe started smoking reefers. 'Going out? What for? The Price is Right is on! Let's order a pizza and get comfy, man!'

I rhyme with oyster, but I have nothing to do with animals, although some say my residents resemble penguins.

So I actually have three identities, not just one, The Good, the Bad, and the Smart, I was born as the Good, and that's who I was, until about third grade, Then came the Bad, a donkey he had, after his name, he can endure anything, Then around seventh grade, the Smart came and saved the day, but he only cares about being smart, not other things