Debating with internal organs:
0x7D3 April 0xC:
The silly-cog say "blip vnirrrwhpt quuuwuuuhlmnnaarg"
The sleepy bits say "Sleep", perhaps due to only having gotten four hours
or so of sleep.
The stomachs are demanding various mutually conflicting things, none of which
the have room for since the Pizza Storage Organ is currently at capacity.
Monde's comma is in a funny place.
The embedded springs are bouncing.
My otic sensor is Holy.
I cannot remember whether it was Today or Yesterday that my middle ear became
Enlightened, but a Renamed Tarball full of Config Files emerged emergently.
Some say that that means Memory Holes. But I don't remember any memory holes.
Diagnostic Procedures are conclusively inconclusive.