the lettuce diarrhea disease made me forcibly expel the gnome who's been, apparently, ratatouilling me for the better part of four years from my large intestine. I seemingly can no longer ride a bike, play the piano, or make love to my wife without sobbing
getting shot while wearing these but i transfer my consciousness to a tiny little person in the car right before the bullet destroys my brain and I drive off to safety
if a website asks me for a verification code and i check my email and it's not in there within 0.1 picosecond of the request i roar and swing my arms madly and start hurting those close to me