My nails are really long (but still clean and healthy); my hair's long, I dress strangely, sleep through the morning, have a window covered in sheets, live alone, have a dead bonsai tree on my wall.
Start talking with a Transsylvanian accent and and wait until they erect a cross on their front lawn. Then incinerate it at night and spread the rumor that somebody has seen Troy dancing around it wearing a white hood.
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