If somebody kills me, at least I won’t be accused of murder. Well, assuming all my clones have alibis.

“My meat smells like cat food. Makes me want to lick my own asshole.”

“I’ll see a cat and instinctively start petting the hair on my back.”

“Work hard or don’t work hard, either way your hair will turn gray. I should let…”

“If your last name were Seldom, I’d use it often.”