son of all randomness .... i've been attacked by a monkey. first he ate my best friend. then he burped. and then a swarm of hippos crawled out of a sewer and gave me a wet willy. meanwhile, some japanese painted turtles picked their eye boogers. and then flying time came and hit me over the head with one of those really annoying clocks with the alarm things. yep. dead serious. i speak no lies. although i'm dead so does that completely rationalize all seriousness. from me? maybe not. or maybe? i dont know. all i know is that which i see. or feel. or something like that. maybe i can smell it. can you?