your coworker, sipping his morning Monster Energy™, asks you, "how do German gamers say good afternoon?" you can hear your fingernails growing. he blurts out, nearly laughing, "GamerTag!" you black out. the smell of copper burns your nose. blue and red lights flashing. the walls stained maroon.
oh yeah, not only would I have gotten my transition on the go earlier, but I'd also be worshipped as an oracle by a small, devoted sect of twunks wearing loose silk garments & pouring honey into my mouth