A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
It had waited four million years, it was prepared to wait for eternity.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.
- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission. And I want to help you.