I’ve never eaten quiche, but stupid, stupid rat creatures and Michael Ironside have made me want to try some.
Real men don’t eat quiche.
But I’m not a real man. I’m a figment of your imagination (as is everyone else here).
That can’t be right, I’m supposed to be everyone here… I can’t be a figment of my own imagination can I? What would Descartes say? I bet he ate quiche.