Phineas H. Clockword was most probably born.
He claims to be an intergalactic entity; omnipresented, in constant disarray, unnecessarily passionate for spinning tops, odorless and not unfriendly to the environment.
Most often seen carrying a beard and a spectacles' cleaning cloth, he travels around what he calls The Gallery of All, in search for a thing vaguely named The Thing, hoping it will provide an unexpected realization and greatly reduce bathroom times.
He writes stories and has taken over the world twice.
The H. in his name doesn't stand for anything.
Here are some things he might have said: