His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

Some people live where they work. Others just visit.​

Now I'm a God, but tomorrow, when you have to stop me from playing with dead things again, you'll be right back to calling me an idiot, won't you?

The laws of physics have already been violated. What happens if they decide to press charges?

It’s lovely,” I said, taking an involuntary half step back. “Really, though. I don’t like to handle other people’s cookware.” “That’s the best you can manage? That’s your bright, bold lie?” “Look, lady, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never had somebody corner me on a dark street and try to hand me a frying pan before,” I snapped.

I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.

Call me paranoid. I´m frequently right.