Ok, this mye be startin’ ta ge ah wee beh creepy.

[Scottish anyone… ?… yes?… right?… you feeling that?…
(not sure if that really worked well at all)]

Anyway. Nah just kiddin’, Ony. I don’t have any organs at all actually. I had them removed when I was struck with an aggressive case of Ebola a few years ago. I type this with a wooden stick attached to a robotic arm that is controlled by a computer that gets morse-code-like transmissions picked up by a laser passing through the flickering of my eye lashes, which it then translates into words, sentences, and even colorful and imaginative digital photographs. [Yes, that’s right, from my eyelashes. I make colors with my lashes, children. Ponder that.]

Do you, Dr. Anonymous, have your wisdom teeth? Do you have a spleen? Do you have a large piece of 2-foot-by-3-foot jagged carbon fiber sticking out of the side of your neck because my robot just weaved it on the fly and then discus-hurled it at you from 300 yards like a some killer razor boomerang out of Michael Bay’s most PG-13-not-quite-R imagination?

Yes.

Yes you do.