I am killing vocabulary to breath new life into it as I preform its resurrection. just to execute it again. Stop, pause, description of identity; humongous balls, 5.9 ft tall, pale skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, it's all lies... apart from the first part of identification, of course. Oh wait, I live in the north pole with a cute hoe, house build with ice blocks, by two brother Eskimos, they forgot to install a toilet though. Now I'm annoyed and cold. I guess it is the way it goes for us Eskimos.