But I don't waaaannna. And he only enlisted me to do it because I was stupid enough to question the "they couldn't perambulate...it was more of a sidle" thing. And also that other incredibly funny thing that I said, right before you started recording.
And for pity's sake, for the last time, I'm not an attention whore. Things don't revolve around the sun because it seeks them out, now do they? No. They are drawn to it because it is huge and shiny and pretty and important. And that is a perfect analogy. Except that I'm not huge. And, unless I have been dangerously misinformed for many, many years, I am not comprised predominantly of helium and argon.
Argon! Hee. Will Shortz, you clever little minx.
And nobody got that reference.
I am alone. I am utterly alone. By the time you read this, I will be gone. Having jumped....having plummetted off the Winter River Br....oh forget it.
Nobody appreciates me. But they will. When the revolution comes.
Sidebar- last night on Rome, there was a bit where Octavian, who is 15, sort of quietly ordered his pet legionnaire to cut this guys' thumbs off, and it was...kind of hot. You see? It's now at the point where the lack of sex is actually exacerbating my naturally occuring sociopathic tendencies. Therefore, I need to get laid for the good of society. Copulare pro bono congregatio!