"The fantastic and the pedestrian meet in us--and where else, the world offers no other corners but the self. It's all just a metaphor that's designed for us to live in. Can't you see that?"

"OK Captain but I think you've misunderstand that particular metaphor about being married to the sea."

"..."

"Even if you're right, I won't be the flower girl."

"..."

"Oh, OK, don't have to go shouting 'mutiny!' every time you don't get your way."

"Oh, all any man really wants is to feel your nose split the breeze, to feel the ether glide by, to feel it all pass."

"Fine Captain, but I think you just like the way your voice sounds with your face in the fan like that."

Many complaints can be leveled against me and my mordant, incisive, rapier wit. However, no one can ever say I didn't eat lots of bananas.

If you do possess the auto-cleaning bio-faculties that you claim, why unspool whole rolls of toilet paper at a time? To make such a mess using something the only earthly purpose of which is to clean--but to clean others. Truly your vindictiveness is only matched by your cunning, cats.