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Being from Earth, as you are, and using as little of your brain as you do, your life has pretty much been devoted to dealing with fear.

It has?

Well everybody on Earth deals with fear. That's what little brains do.

In 1935, you ran guns to Ethiopia. In 1936, you fought in Spain, on the Loyalist side.

I got well paid for it on both occasions.

The winning side would have paid you much better.

"I sure hope no part of him gets left behind."

"What do you mean?"

"Uh, well... sometimes only half of the little pieces find their way through. If you had to choose only one half of your son, which one would it be?"

"What kind of a question is that?"

"No need to snap, just a question."

Do it for van Gogh.

Okay, everyone: gird your loins!

Please. Accept the mystery.

Say goodbye to your Nazi balls.

I've seen these ants do great things, and year after year they somehow manage to pick food for themselves and you. So who is the weaker species? Ants don't serve grasshoppers. It's you who need us. We're a lot stronger than you say we are. And you know it, don't you?

I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.

The routine grind drives me to drink. Tragedy, I take straight.

I'm not twisted! I'm a sensitive soul in a flexible body. It's different.

What you want, my dear, frightens you to death. That is why you fail to comprehend yourself.

You can choose...