Ideas are self-replenishing, like snot
Dreams always end before you kill the last person.
What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?
Biting enemies seems to be acceptable in a surprisingly narrow range of circumstances, or so a ninja shouted at me once
Fractal litigation, whereby the flapping of a butterfly’s wings on one side of the world resulted in a massive compensation claim on the other.
Honesty is the voice that is acceptable in every matter.