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I Figured Being A Bed Salesman Was A Job Of Biblically Bad Paradox. I Mean, Here He Was, Forced To Stand For Eight Or Nine Hours A Day, And The Whole Time He’s Surrounded By Beds. And Not Only That, He’s Surrounded By Shoppers Who See The Beds And Can’t Help But Think, Man, I’d Love To Lie Down On That Bed For A Second. So Not Only Does He Have To Stop Himself From Lying Down, But He Has To Stop Everyone Else From Doing It, Too. I Knew If I Were Him, I Would Be Desperate For Human Company.

I Am Stronger Than Words And I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm In, And Then I See Her In The Crowd And I Fall Apart -i Am Listening And I Am Listening Because What I'm Playing Isn't Something I'm Thinking About, It's Something I'm Feeling All Over.

No One Would Want To Read A Book In Which I Explain The Science Of Cloning Because It Would Be Very Dull And It Would Also Make No Sense.

From A Distance, A Clone's Luminous Eyes Are Meant To Draw In Humans And Make Them Feel Safe. Up Close, The Eyes Appear Hollow. Because Of That, Humans Tend Not To Look Into Our Eyes Too Closely, Which I've Been Told Is Socially Preferable, As Eyes Without Souls Behind Them Can Be Frightening.

I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm In.