I can lift a fully-grown horse above my head, and I can hold my breath for ten minutes. To settle a wager, I once ate a pound of P.B Fouke's strongest badger poison and then ran a mile in the nude. I cannot feel pain, and I can see two miles unaided by a lens. No man can kill me. I have beaten a man of every in formal combat, including a Turk, a Pygmy Negro Man and rare Deepwater Jew. A medical doctor and two priests have written and signed a document confirming that I have no soul. All of the illuminati vets also agree that I have the most handsome cat in the world.
