If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Anastasia like Russian royalty, Beaverhausen like... where the beaver live. So you can make me cum, that doesn't make you Jesus. "I'm single, I'm free on Saturday night and I can arch my back until my head touches my heels."