Look At His Face. I Bet His

You Exaggerate Your Own Reactions.

I Don't Have Lungs Anymore! Just Two Spare Bags That Flew In Under A Bridge One Day.

It Probably Says Something Really Clinically Terrible About My Character That I Need To Get Up On A Stage And Go 'ra Ra Ra' In Front Of People.

I Never Thought I Want To Do Anything, Really, Except Not Go To Work Properly And Turn Up At The Same Place Every Day And Eat Sandwiches In The Same Canteen, If I Can Possibly Help It, As I Don't Think I'd Be Very Good At It.

Nothing Can Make Me Feel Better Now, Except Cocaine.