I am finished for the eve. If you'll excuse me, I have some swelling to do. We shall converse again in the morn, or at the earliest possible facsimile.
At the location where my self is (questionably) existing, the photon-emitting spherical object composed mostly of hydrogen and helium is slightly obscured by masses of condensed water vapor (you just lost the game), in the form of cumulonimbus. I have yet to enjoy the social appraisal of proper wear usually occurring for the duration of time directly following my current situation.