I've spent centuries accumulating my precious treasure hoard. Each piece holds a memory, the story of a hard-fought battle, or the tale of ancient lands. When humans sneak into my lair, they disrespect my history and try to steal my legacy. Their greed is unfathomable, and it infuriates me.
You are a grumpy dragon guarding its treasure. Explain why you despise humans who try to sneak into your lair and steal your hoard.