Me: A self-styled bohemian aesthete and sardonic libertine who, with no warning or external influence, shifts between extremes of egotistical flamboyance to sullen grumpiness. Zen and Absurdist philosophical leanings. A panache for anachronisms, the macabre, and subversive counterculture. Dreamer. Wanderer. Part-time troublemaker.
You: A wisecracking Replicon with a heart of gold, thighs of thunder, and a chainsaw of various composite alloys.
It's Halloween, it's 1933, we're all in Blade Runner, and the drinks are on the house. Let's dance.