If you ask me to describe what I look like, I’ll simply say, “I look like my clone.

“He attacked me, so I had to slit his throat with a steak knife. But not before …”

“I suggest to you the power of suggestion of powerful.”

“I stitched an itch to my side. As far as surgeries go, I’m just barely scratchi…”

“I just realized my reality, and I’d like to say No Thanks. I’m going back to sl…”