So, we’re all having dinner, right? It’s a nice spread, we’re eating at an actual dinner table for once. There’s even a floral centerpiece. Gold rim chargers, even.
A lot of my friends are there, and then Sarah says, “Wow, you can use a DreamCast as a linux print server?” There’s a loud crack and a puff of smoke. Then a low polygon count 6-inch model of Martha stewart appears on the dining room table, wearing a white jumpsuit with black stripes with the letters, “T,” and “F” embossed to the left and right of the zip up jacket.
We scream. Because we all know she’s Satan.
. . .
So then I wake up, Doctor. What do you think this means?