I am great at everything you're bad at.
All the things you can do well, I can do much better, with much less effort.
I wonder what it'd be like to be a "real piece of work".
Remind everyone how useless everything they do is by not doing anything and being proud of the fact.
Fingernails only exist so we can scratch each other, drawing pictures of blood on every wall we see.
I am not good at any of the things I think I'm good at.
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