Inwardly, I Gouged My Eyes Out.

I Already Know My Size. I Don't Need Reminding.

Call Me Patch. I Mean It. Call Me.

As In, I Wouldn't Know Normal If It Marched Up And Poked Me In The Eye.

What I Really Wanted Was The Impossible.

If I Missed Out On Some Really Big Action, I’m Going To Be Royally Pissed Off!