“If I had nostrils on my index fingers, I wonder what the inside of my nose would smell like?”
“I love the smell of cleanliness. That’s what the inside of my nostrils smell like, naturally.”
“My anus, like the inside of my nose, is something I can finger but can't examine.”
“My ears are as blind as my eyes are deaf. But my nose, it can see the truth, except when I block its line of site with my index fingers.”
“I want to upholster the inside lining of my nostrils with leather, to have that "new car smell" all the time.”
“I grit my teeth and wonder if it would matter if I strangled Dash in his sleep. Or poisoned his tea. I wonder what his neck would feel like under my fingers.”