It's rubbish, this human thing. Absolute rubbish--one heart? How do you get by with one heart?

Don't get me wrong, brilliant species. Absolutely brilliant, love 'em. But a human body's a bit like going on holiday; lovely to visit but you don't want to stay. Well, most wouldn't. I don't often get to go on holidays.

[Beat.]

Or you could say I'm always on holiday and that mine are more eventful than most.