I think I have a strange thing growing out of my neck that causes me to think too much.

“There’s a hair in my soup. That’s the problem of using my helmet as a bowl.”

“-I have this friend—you don’t know him—but—
-Is his name Molloway?
-No.
-Oh. I …”

“Out of all the guys she could love, I am two of them. But she chose my clone ov…”

“I suspended my disbelief, and left it floating in mid air.”