"Aside from my amazing robotic arm- which is amazing." As he said it he looked down at his arm and his eyes lit up as he moved each finger. "I mean, c'mon- just ten- twenty years ago, this technology wasn't even possible. It's so cool I almost want to take it apart and see how it works. But," he finally looked up, "then I wouldn't have one." The frustration of the conundrum was written in the expression on his face.
It was then he realized he'd detrailed himself.
"But back to my point- aside from this amazing piece of technology, I'm a very average, American, white boy. Who can juggle. I supposed that's a lost art in this hipster wasteland."