Where's My Damned Restroom!?

I am a giraffe trammeled in a man's body. I am among the first of many transhumans (or neo-humans if you like) to come in the next generation of genetically engineered humans. I demand to be treated with respect and to have a special restroom made for my needs with grass and dirt on the floor to absorb my plops. I am special. All must bend to my will or I will lie and say you are afraid of me and use my own brand of hate speech with the suffix, phobic, in it to try to belittle you. You are weak and stupid. You will cave to my demands. Jerry Giraffe has spoken.