When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea blend into one, I’ll leave my fishing pole in a tree, disguised as a branch.

“My friends call me Two Socks Kintz. They used to call me Barefoot Orafoura, but…”

“I want to do something spontaneous, like combust.”

“-The good guys are coming, boss. What do you want me to do?-Don’t just stand th…”

“I’ll wait until your mouth is full of food before I ask you a question. That’s …”