*final round panicky paranoia mode*
"Icky inside? What is that supposed to mean??? What are you hiding inside your cold, scummy heart? Maybe it's a clue! Maybe you're trying to tell us something... maybe you're Death! Maybe that's why you're icky on the inside, you rotten corpse!!! Yes, yes, or maybe you're Herbert! Maybe instead of icky you're actually feeling strangely aroused by the thought of infants, who knows? Certainly not me hahahahahahahahahahaha. See? I'm happy because I'm laughing!"
Yes, yes, bring on the dancing elephants! We can't go crazy without pink elephants.
Add a few drinksAnd soon we will be so tipsy
and surly
and nauseous
that we might vomit
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