Get him in the ground before he starts to smell.
Trying to communicate with people on other dimensions is a lot like my plan involving the two way mirror pubic toilet. I'd be laughing and pointing at the toilet and they'd be at the sink wondering what the hell I was doing.
It really annoys me that there may be people I can't see walking around on my clean floors and watching me in the shower. On the other hand I like the idea of copies of myself. An infinite amount of Sians would be great, the problem is there would probably be infinite amounts of everyone else, slowly driving each dimensions Sian insane with all their shitty reality tv shows. The point of all this is I still do occasionally talk to thin air hoping another Sian will hear me and at last someone will agree with me. I would go get a degree in physics and dedicate my life to making contact with them but...you know, it involves work. Another option would be to go into another universe and bring my copy back with me. Then I would at last be happy. I wouldn't fuck my clone though, that would just be weird. That and we'd probably be using the excuse we were just long lost twins, because only I may have a copy, and we'd get arrested for incest or something. Such narcissism, when your imaginary friend is yourself.
It really annoys me that there may be people I can't see walking around on my clean floors and watching me in the shower. On the other hand I like the idea of copies of myself. An infinite amount of Sians would be great, the problem is there would probably be infinite amounts of everyone else, slowly driving each dimensions Sian insane with all their shitty reality tv shows. The point of all this is I still do occasionally talk to thin air hoping another Sian will hear me and at last someone will agree with me. I would go get a degree in physics and dedicate my life to making contact with them but...you know, it involves work. Another option would be to go into another universe and bring my copy back with me. Then I would at last be happy. I wouldn't fuck my clone though, that would just be weird. That and we'd probably be using the excuse we were just long lost twins, because only I may have a copy, and we'd get arrested for incest or something. Such narcissism, when your imaginary friend is yourself.