When someone with stank ass breath talks to you really close
You see Spongebob,
It’s a metaphor. You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but never give it the power to kill you.
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.
i am squidward