Maybe someday your "maker" will come … haul you away, take you apart, and announce the recall of a defective product. What if all that's left of the "real you" is just a couple of lonely brain cells, huh?
My name's Jukka.
I live in Iceland (No, i won't go back to finland).
I will try to answer everyone, but sometimes I'm just lazy ;P
If you want to know something, ask me
