I like to make my voice sound like a piece of tin that's been stuck on the side of a chair, lifted up as far as it would go and then let to spring - "doooiiinng. " I like to make it into a piece of metal from time to time and I can do it, both with the movements in my throat and with, uh, my little toys. . . So I like to take it beyond just a voice, more into the realms of a weapon.
When you truly give up trying to be whole through others, you end up receiving what you always wanted from others.