Born with a moustache and a supernova, tossed off the cliffs of Dover.
Washed up on a far away shore in the arms of the daughter of the Buffalo.
Mamma said he was the chosen one. Reverend said he was the other one.
All that pay no mind inside his Econoline.
Swallower of Planets, the profits of doom.
Quarterly projections, the profits of doom.
A caliph, rabbi, and a bishop walk into a bar.
One says to the other,