Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.
It's going to be a grim day when the world is run by a generation that doesn't know anything but what it's seen on TV.
It seems the less I do and say, the better everyone likes my work!
I'm a misunderstood genius.
Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.