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Last night, in the dark of my room...
I sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the oilfields dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is Impossible and I'm fucking retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades, 30 mm cannons and AMG-114 Hellfire missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Apache" and respect my right to kill from above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
... a police cruiser. I had secretly wanted law enforcement to punish me for years, but now finally they had caught me, and now I could only hope that someone could unlock my feelings of repressed guilt. I asked the detective not for my lawyer, but instead for a clergyman and they said to me...