“He’s a monk, the fifth of his kind. I call him Monk E, and he is a primate.”

“I’ll make fun of him, but I’ll call him Him, because if I use his name I’ll immortalize him. After all, who is he? He’s merely my clone.”

“He seemed to swallow the lie I fed him. I hope he’s not still hungry. If he is, I’ll give him the illusory dessert known as the American Dream.”

“He works for the CIA. Johnny Redyellow is his name, but I just simply call him Agent Orange.”

“His last name was Morris, but I called him Mars, because it’s like he was from another planet, like Venus. He was a cross dresser.”

“He’s pale, bald, and bony. He looks like a skeleton. And that, my friend, is precisely why I keep him in my closet.”

“He’s a year shorter than me, but he’s a foot younger. I love him like the brother of an only child.”