If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now.
Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?