Hmmm... Touche, but I still have a leak in my crumby cabinet made out of caterpillar pupils. Tooth aches will make me drift down a yellow swan pube.

Sun flower seed-people have layed water-colored eggs on my light bulbes, which I use to communicate with table salt. The eggs are about to hatch, and soon the north pole will become the south pole. I'm going to lie down and sniff my carpet and try to use my nostrils as a pourage bowl.