“Show me your ID.” Pixelized by smoke. “Wait. Where’s my iphone?” Wasabi burns my nose. Hands free kissing! This will be on the test! I can sing well like people who think they sing well. I took a wrong baby home.. They say to me, “You’ve got balls.” I fart cool, in front of fans for ventilation. I am tuning myself to cleaning mode. Yes, I am just uprising.