Your body can be chrome... but the heart never changes. It wants what it wants.

The wider the smile, the bigger the lies.

Some people are only nice because they're afraid of getting hurt. Or 'cause their religion tells 'em to be.

There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

Sushi in Night City...? Sounds like suicide. And somehow disrespectful.