I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. I just want revenge. I work 40 hours a week to be this poor. Too many freaks, not enough circuses. Chaos, panic, and disorder - my work here is done.
Earth is full.
I plead contemporary insanity. I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert. When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you. I have plenty of talent and vision. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.