Reflect on the trait you possess which you feel is most vital to explaining you as a person.
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People call me a know-it-all. They mean it with equal touches of sardonicism, derision, and anti-intellectualism, but as it turns out, they're more or less right. So much as any man can, I do know it all. I'm not proud, just realistic. Well, sometimes I'm proud, but I manage to stay nice. When I beat quiz teams until they cry, on occasion I will offer autographs to assuage their woes. My range of intellectual proficiencies has made me a hero to many at home and abroad, but the recognition doesn't hold a candle to knowledge itself.

I was born with a thirst for knowledge and air, and I have been quenching both parts of that thirst for the vast majority of my life. I was an apt pupil. I mastered verb moods at an age at which my peers considered potty-training challenging; I familiarized myself with Camus while my associates familiarized themselves with the X-Men. "I feel there are obvious parallels between Wolverine and the classical antihero -- a sort of Meursault with an adamantium skeleton," I might have posited in one typical debate, upon which my fellow student would have offered a stunning repartee along the lines of "But Beast is really strong and really smart". I always won these debates; in my seventeen years I have not yet met a man, woman, or especially child I have been unable to intellectually outmaneuver. I understand a great many consider me a national treasure:  I have intimate knowledge of more subjects than most people are aware exist; if I ever guessed, mine would be educated guesses, and it is very seldom indeed that I do not know what.

In addition to possessing a rather startling amount of factual knowledge, I am also almost completely filled with know-how. I know how to tie a tie, conjugate French verbs in the imperfect tense, defeat James Bond, turn a bag of flour into three separate and distinct kinds of deadly weapon, win a knife-fight, inspire fear in evil dogs, courage in good dogs, and befuddlement in Texans, grant plenary indulgences, sabotage the war effort, fashion crude but effective apparel from duct tape, properly assemble a team of superheroes, induce jaundice, vaccinate against polio, force a pig to fly, floss, whiten my teeth and those of others, defeat Xeno's paradox, evade taxes, encourage an economic model to work properly through sacrifices to one or both of voodoo god Bondye and voodoo economist Milton Friedman, build a space ladder given a trillion dollars and twenty years, teach the value of a dollar, rig a Canadian election for sinister purposes, evoke bathos, invoke posse comitatus, annotate Hierodotus, irritate Jack White, imitate Jack Black, dominate blackjack, and lose euchre. Most important is my proficiency in marketing.

For me, the declaration 'I know something you don't know' is tautological, the taunt 'That's for me to know and you to find out' redundant, the proverb 'He who wants to fight will find a cudgel' Slovakian.

The only thing I don't know is whether there is anything I don't know.

So it has been safely established: the phrase 'I know' holds true. Make any germane subject the direct object, or just leave it intransitive, and so it remains. I know. And knowing is half the battle. The other half? That's where Reed comes in.