“My name is Mr. Raingold. But please, call me Money Showers.”

“My name is Meow. At least that’s what my cat calls me. But you can call me after nine.”

“His name was Tom Tombstone, and if he had a middle name it was probably Death. But I didn’t call him Tom, or even Mr. Tombstone, because he introduced himself as Robert Winston. And I wondered how this stranger could shake my hand, look me in the eye, smile, and expect me to believe such a bold-faced lie?”

“My name is Mr. Brickton, and this brick, it weighs a ton.
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“Dear mom, My lieutenant is a prostitute. Can you please send me more lunch money, as her rates have recently increased.”

“Mr. Shit gives politicians a good name. It’s the rest of the politicians who give Mr. Shit a bad name.”

“Making money for my clones, now that’s what I call self-enrichment. Having all my clones working for me, working for free, and enriching me, now that’s what I call social progress. Ah, but that’s life, no?”