I stand on this dusty shore, and I stare across the open sea. I take out of my pouch four items: a gun, a cheese stick, another smaller pouch, and a flying machine. I prepare for my mission.
Today I will do something that I have never done before: I will eat a baloney sandwich, with all of the trimmings. It will be magnificent, glorious, wonderful. I will enhance my experience with a cold soda and a bag of chips.
I need to say something, right here and now: I am a nerd. Not as nerdy as some, to be sure. I'm what you call a semi-nerd. In a crowded room, I appear to be as normal as any other person. It is only at night that I reveal my true nerd feelings and mannerisms, often times through song and dance.
Hello, old friend. It has been a while since we last talked. I know that we still have a few issues we need to work out. First, I want to apologize for shoving you rface into a pile of cheese. It was rude and it should not have happened.
I really want a loan. I need a loan really bad. Tomorrow I plan to go into Roger and Cobert Credit and Loans and apply for a loan. I plan to get about three thousand dollars, and use that money to buy a machine. This machine will destroy things, in various ones. One of those ways will be a vicarious rotundra explosion force.
As I sit here, typing on my keyboard I begin to wonder: if I could fall, into the sky, do you think time would pass us by-oh because you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just...see...you....tonight. Now that that is over, I have only one thing to tell you: hey ya'll! I'm here, and I'm ready to work.