so if you hypnotize a chicken do you make it think it's a human?

-Remember those self-hypnosis classes we took to help us ignore Grampa?

Do I ever. It's five years later and I still think I'm a chicken.
I'm a chicken, Marge.

- I know, I know.

I searched the book "Werner Herzog: A Guide for the Perplexed" for the phrase "I like".

"I like the idea of having a group of huskies loaded up with leather saddlebags and just disappearing, turning down the path and walking until everything has been left behind, continuing until there's no road left, or just floating downriver. It's how I would like to end my life. Either that or being hit by an enemy's bullet."