Dark alleys, like social networks, are romantic, because you never know what might happen while I perform there every Caturday night. Cats do know, but won't tell. So don’t even ask.

The NSA may, or may not have rejected the invisible secret operative application form I never even bothered to have sent over to them. I'll never know...

To fall in love twice, with the same person, you need to grow another heart. That's all I do in my secret underground laboratory at night...

I flow like a butter in the nailed pan I stole. I also kept the nail, to polish and use as a means of teleportation.