"It's probably some object-oriented dream-phantasm that clenches my mind in its infernal grasp. Like there's no escape. No choice."

"Cool. At least I can provide the full-functionality of a balls-oriented writing-machine lost in the looseness of last lostness."

"Monster balls, Abe, monster balls..."

"Do you suppose instant accessing of virtually anything you want is what the inpho-spam is all about? Immediate gratification?"

"Desire sluts...theory whores...sediment beings...omphal walling og..."