He nods, and almost unbidden, *the expression* comes to him. That disco album cover smile, plastered onto a face that almost made it seem like it was an expression of pain.
"I have voices in my head that tell me things. They are where all of my ideas come from."
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Rhetoric: [ Alright. This man is a straight arrow. Put on your best smile and just give it to him straight. ]
He nods, and almost unbidden, *the expression* comes to him. That disco album cover smile, plastered onto a face that almost made it seem like it was an expression of pain.
"I have voices in my head that tell me things. They are where all of my ideas come from."