What does it actually feel like if you somewhat look like John Malkovich but you are made out of wood and have to stand in a boooooring gallery all day long? Does it feel good because you think you somewhat look like John Malkovich...or is it rather stupid? What if Mr John Woodovich had woodworms? What if...the real John Malkovich came by and saw you just standing there, not saying anything, looking rather irritated because everybody is looking at you...and then back at THE REAL John Malkovich!
I just came to the conclusion...being sort of a Wooden-John-Malkovich-Dummy sucks....big time!
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