Isn't it funny to be concerned with originality? I'm selective. My appearance has been done before, and to greater effect. But that's not a prime motivator: my sounds are! My oxygen, cliche, my water intake, over it, my challenges, seen it done it by a billion sentiences before. In the face of overwhelming evidence that perhaps basic lifeforce sustenance is paramount, I ditch my tail, and dig a tale about making novel combinations burrow into the marrow of important stuff, for all the world ascendant.