I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
I've been Offworld to the frontiers.
I've stood on the back deck of a blinker bound for the Plutition Camps.
I've watched the fires of Prometheus being flung into the void.
Weyland-Yutani hog riggers doing thrust spins on a spaghetti nebula.
I've seen it. I've felt it. Big things. Crazy things. Unbelievable deals.
Fudgequakes at Nom Nom 9. Cool ice men in an ice city. A space snake. An asteroid shaped like a ball sack.
I genocided crab people on the moons of Andromeda.
I dropped nuclear fusion bombs on the mossy hill yurts of peaceful rabbit men on Agraria.
I watched good replicants die for oil profits.
I met a cholo implanted with a xenomorph egg tricking out a flying low rider.
I watched a sex replicant doing special horny moves that no human could ever achieve.
I've drained a big cyst like cottage cheese being scooped out of a meteor crater.
I went on an unconnected 3D IMAX adventure that favorably references China for international theatrical re-release.
I watched a cut of Robin Hood that wasn't worse than full body cancer.
I signed autographs for money and judged cosplay competitions in Hall C of OrionCon.
I smelled prequel before the opening credits.
All these things and more will be lost like tears in a toilet.
(Pantomimes flushing a toilet and makes flushing sounds)
Time to die.
But remember, I am a replicant, so there could be another one just like me coming in 2015's Blade Runner 2: Back to Bladesics.
Someone told TIME magazine about trolling and now we all just have to deal with it.
If that boy isn't willing to shoot his laser and get you that carbon, he's not worth your time.
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