I read better books than you and I have better thoughts. My feelings are more profound and my orgasms are much better.
Even when we read the same book mine is still better. (Points to head)
Frankly, I matter more. My life is more art-worthy than yours.
I’m more human, more special, more alive, and, moreover, more deserving.
I’m like a major character; you’re like this prop.
I am—how shall we say?—superior?—
I mean I know it’s awkward but there is a word for it.
Is that a gun? Hey, wait–