Your 808SN.wav starts multiplying and contorting at the thought. Your eyes begin to overflow, but you can't. Feel it. You check and see, stable, apparently, and the fans inside you stop whirring. Your imagination plays games with you constantly but this was a moment of hesitation for your consciousness and sanity, where you felt coated in the thickest of silicons, like your personality has been dictated by style.css since you possess a memory card. CONVERSATIONS OVER A SCORCHING HOT CUP OF TEA, IRONICALLY, HAVE NEVER BEEN MY CUP OF TEA, SO TO SAY. I'D VERY MUCH PREFER IF WE COULD JUST GET TO THE POINT, INSTEAD OF MINDLESSLY WANDERING INTO SOME STRANGE TANGENT. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND.