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I murdered your wife, and you got pretty mad at me for doing that. We’ll call that one a tie. We’re both people!

The Desert Escape: Run into the desert. There, you’ll meet a snake. Name the snake. Name him Benjamin. Benjamin will bite you, but don’t cry out.

Intellectual property is precious and hard to find, just like Tracy’s body.

It's not like I’m going to be walking in the park only to be attacked by a stealthy vending machine that pops out from behind a tree.

It is sad, yes, but he is in a better place. I am told at the farm there is a little pond with some swans in it.

People are buying your data. What people? Well, maybe not people in general, but definitely the hideous creature you created.

He never juggles with some cheap-y plastic bowling pins and always uses solid wood ones with sparkly decals. Using bargain pins is disrespectful.

The suspicion that we are all just cogs in a hyper-capitalist machine — SANDALWOOD

"Fearless" -- You see the glass as half-full, not half-empty. That includes the glass of tea which you brought to Lady Ashby the day she died.

Larry took long walks where he bore a smug, knowing smile as he passed this editor’s house and looked upon the decrepit, unkempt lawn.

We’ll enforce basic duel-to-death etiquette, which basically seems to mean making sure one party dies (Hamilton is available on Disney+, by the way).

Here’s a thought: My body could be cut up into little chunks the size of cocktail wieners and doled out to a number of sciences.