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.
The secret impresses no one. The trick you use it for is everything.
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 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.
No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.
Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled.