That awkward moment when you can’t draw a good face to match your eyes.
You bump into a man on the subway wearing a trenchcoat. You apologize and he responds “Its alright. We’re only human. All of us. All of us here are human. Yep. Very human. I’m probably the most human here! You betcha.” and then the trenchcoat falls and the figure collapses and roughly 1000 salamanders scatter around the train
*ksssk*sir, what is that thing?
*ksssk*that there private is the aesthetic