I'll kill a man in a fair fight. Or if I think he's gonna start a fair fight. Or if he bothers me. Or if there's a woman. Or if I'm gettin' paid. Mostly when I'm gettin' paid.
To be considered "a success", you must slave to simultaneously meet or exceed the expectations of everybody you ever meet throughout your entire life, and then constantly maintain an upward trajectory until the day you die. To be considered "a failure", you must do the opposite (i.e.: nothing). Guess which is more fun...
Here's a llama, there's a llama, and another little llama. Fuzzy llama, funny llama, llama llama duck. Llama, llama, cheesecake, llama, tablet brick potato llama, llama, llama, mushroom llama, llama llama duck. I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake, but I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake. I was only three years dead, but it told a tale, and now listen, little child to the safety rail. Did you ever see a llama, kiss a llama on the llama, llama's llama, tastes of llama, llama llama duck. Half a llama, twice the llama, not a llama, farmer, llama, llama in a car, alarm a llama, llama, duck. Is that how it's told now? Is it all so old? Is it made of lemon juice? Doorknob ankle cold. Now my song is getting thin, I've run out of luck, time for me to retire now, and become a duck!
Your "reality", sir, is lies and balderdash, and I'm delighted to say that I have no grasp of it whatsoever.