Well, I Used To Look Like This

I'd Find The Fellow Who Lost It [million Dollars], And, If He Was Poor, I'd Return It.

You Gotta Call A Blacksmith.

Nothing Is Like It Seems, But Everything Is Exactly Like It Is.

He Can Run Anytime He Wants. I'm Giving Him The Red Light.

It Is A Disturbing Conundrum That True Free Will Cannot Exist Without The Possibility Of Suicide. Then Again, It Ain't Over 'til It's Over!