What can YOU say in six sentences?
He's unique, see?
He walks, talks, and shits, and gets horny like us, but he's different, just ask him.
Something to do with the way he aced physics, the cut of his hair, that suit he's got on, the lines he comes up with in bars and so forth, his claim that he's got the bag with the bomb, or whatever.
And, well, okay, we're all unique for that matter, with our own little filigrees setting us out from the crowd and like that; what else gives us stories to carry on back to the home folks?
But that's just the deal: stories are carried by tongues held in common, with ears to receive and hearts beating rhythm that makes for group dance; without them, no stories at all.
Common humanity, man: we all got toilet-trained, that's the presumption, so take it from there and add to the mix, have a ball.