When I get kidnapped and the guy tries to kill me I'm not gonna scream. I'm gonna gonna recite Hamiltons lyrics in ”The world was wide enough” from when he was dying or about to die. Two things will happen, I still die and he's confused, Or I confuse him enough for me to live. It's a win-win situation, I get to confuse him and amuse myself and die or I get confuse him and amuse myself and live.












