my brain, after i overshare again : good fucking job ! how are we gonna be a cryptid now
Google Chrome, my pathetic lackey, cringing in the doorway: are you sure you want to restore 27 tabs?
Me, leaping up from my gem-encrusted throne: you DARE to question me?!
Me: we might find the required activity annoying or unpleasant but it is vastly less unpleasant than the ramifications of failing to perform said activity my brain: we’re not gonna do it me: literally you are not understanding, failure to do this very small although annoying task will ruin us and – my brain, slamming pots and pans together: WE ARE NOT GONNA DO IT
Too depressed to be awake? Not depressed enough for a Depression Nap™? Welcome to Existential Crisis Wrapped in Blanket!
Abe: You alright, Mihashi?
Mihashi: Hm..? Oh, sure, I just need a moment to compose myself after a crisis.
Mihashi: *breathes deeply*
Mihashi: *collapses*