Welcome cel.
You've come up in conversation.
Where's Quod? He's missing his chance...
Chance is for lesser mortals. I impose my desires upon reality and reality conforms. Anything that happens is because I will it so, and is so because I will it.
As for Quod, that's right, I have some explaining to do...
Well, you and your mum like me, so I'm not too worried. Or wouldn't be if I were one of the previously mentioned lesser mortals.
Quod can afford to buy a wig
I have a magnificent head of hair. Like a lion's mane.