I’m thinking of moving my cloning factory to someplace less visible, like in front of a fogged mirror.

“English isn’t my first language—gibberish is.”

“When a whisper seems like a shout, I know I need to get some sleep. But I can’t…”

“But I had come down here for a reason. I was looking for Thor. It was Saturday,…”

“My brakes sound like my horn, and my car’s bumper is bumpy enough to be brail. …”