Let us ride closer! I want to hit it with my sword! Summarizing a man who went a little overboard, thinking that I was a giant manipulated by sorcery. But Quixote was wrong; your answer is what I truly be.

I’m public transportation for witches, and the reason dust never truly settles on the floor.

I exist simply because I can't take the pressure. It's too much, man. I just gotta erupt and let off some steam, but if I don't, then things are just quiet. TOO quiet.... I want to live, not just be named and sometimes timed, if I'm consistent enough! And even though I don't spit fire, people don't take me seriously and they get way too close. Darwin Award winners.

Will you, please, stop that! Please, stop that! I should've gotten a dog.... Should've gotten a dog.

Quick to serve, a culinary sprint, often wrapped in paper with a side of guilt. It thrives in golden arches and crowns, tempting in its convenience, yet fleeting like a fast-paced race.