HOLY SHIT YOU LOOK LIKE ME ONLY WITH GLASSES AND SHORTER SIDEBURNS!
HOLY SHIT YOU LOOK LIKE ME ONLY IF I WAS THE DIARRHETIC REMAINS OF THAT GODDAMN CURRY AS I SHIT IT FORTH LIKE FIRE, FOR ONE CANNOT EAT THUNDER WITHOUT SHITTING FIRE AND VICE VERSA
YOU DAMN RIGHT THAT EVERY MAN WOULD SEE THEMSELVES IN ME BECAUSE I AM WHAT EVERY MAN HOPES, DREAMS, AND ASPIRES TO, AND IN THEIR PURSUIT THEY SHALL NEVER REACH ME, BUT THEY SHALL DISCOVER THE MAIN THAT THEY THEMSELVES ARE
EAT THE IMPOSSIBLE
SPICE THE UNMILDABLE
ROW ROW EAT THE CURRY