I feel like I am trapped in an asylum for crazy robots. There is a total disconnect in my social interactions, and I often find people staring at me like I’ve just vomited on their tits. Or, they wrinkle their brow as if I am staring at them. People talk to me and it sounds like this: “buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, ha ha, know what I mean? buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzuzzzzuzzzzzzzz”
So the answer is always No, I have no idea what you mean, because to me you seem insane, and I don’t know how to talk to insane people. Everytime Lambchop grins I think she is going to kill me. Only Shaft’s Cousin seems lucid, but that’s because he uses preprogrammed language logarithms like: “that costs a pretty penny” and “it’s a dream of mine, but we’ll see if it shall ever become a reality.”
What’s next, drinking your own pee?