Me: "Hey, brain? I'm havin' kind of a rough time out here. Could you arrange for me to dream about something uplifting, maybe give me some insight into my crippling guilt and self-consciousness?"
Brain: "No, we thought really hard about it in here, and we decided what you really need most right now is to dream about a freight train where each car is made of a single gigantic Hot Pocket."
And so I did. >_<
#truestory
@green Listen, I know you're a saurian and everything, but what kind of savage EATS a mass-transit option?! D;