Generally, magicians don't know what to say, so they say stupid and redundant crap like, 'Here I am holding a red ball.'
If there isn't at least the threat of violence in art, it tends to be kind of tiresome.
I always assumed I'd spend my life happily performing in artsy-fartsy little theaters.
Given my absolute druthers, I would certainly like to see that every part of my body is used for spare parts for science.
I'm a lazy sod.
Neuroscientists are novices at deception.
