Someone woke up.

[meatbags]

Objection: Mundane, I am insulted by the insinuation that a work of art such as myself would want to live within your organic brain! I think that I am feeling something akin to nausea while imagining such a dreadful and undeserving fate!

Advisory: Your squishy body requires sleep. It is late where you live. I believe sleep-deprivation psychosis is an appropriate diagnosis for someone who would think that I would willingly inhabit the 'headspace' of a meatbag.