titotothelimit: It's a crazy place.
StupaCHong: a place you want to live? or visit?
titotothelimit: Lots of unreal numbers subdividing into letters that represent their complexity factors.
titotothelimit: And don't even go into ADDING two of these factors...
StupaCHong: no way...why, that's...UNREAL
titotothelimit: First you have to pre-rectify one of them, while stabilizing the other one in a stasis field, using an imaginary matrix and a lot of whipped cream...
titotothelimit: Then, to add, you filter one through a tractogramophinator and the other one gonches forward.
StupaCHong: it gonches?
titotothelimit: Then you have the result, which often takes the form of a hylochink, an INCREDIBLY complex entity that can only be understood while in a coma.
StupaCHong: have you ever had a coma?
titotothelimit: Yes. That's where I deducted all of this from the very meaning of Existance.
StupaCHong: wowwww....was the coma a natural one, or one scientifically trasposed onto your brain?
titotothelimit: Actually, the coma experience can be replaced by sticking your head in a toilet and flushing...though this can be VERY risky.
StupaCHong: how so?
titotothelimit: At the precise moment of near suffication, an unreality occurs and your brain is transferred to a very simple DOS program at the front of the unrealm.
titotothelimit: The program reads as follows:
titotothelimit: ENTER YOUR NAME:
titotothelimit: (and you do...)
titotothelimit: ENTER YOUR AGE:
titotothelimit: (and you do...)
titotothelimit: ENTER A RANDOM WORD:
titotothelimit: (and you do...)
StupaCHong: th....then what happens?
titotothelimit: And then it processes all the information in a vortex of C (another highly involved field of study), from which it determines whether you are worthy or not to understand the unrealm's secrets.
titotothelimit: And if you are as awesome as me, then, of course, it lets you.
StupaCHong: wow...do you have to fight anybody?
titotothelimit: Nope. But Einstein is there with Theodore Roosevelt, hanging out.
StupaCHong: cool. do they drink coffee? or tea?
titotothelimit: Nope. Water.
StupaCHong: of course...brain fuel
StupaCHong: Tito...your human form is not your true form, is it?
titotothelimit: Yes, it is.
StupaCHong: no way
titotothelimit: But my brain is infused with the genius of Existance.
StupaCHong: oh
StupaCHong: that makes sense. cause the Master of Reality told me you were a sandcrat. I didn't believe him, but it's what he said
titotothelimit: The Master of Reality doesn't know anything. He drowned once while trying to reach unrealm.
StupaCHong: You know, I really thought he probably did after you told me that. Cause his hair was all wet.
titotothelimit: He's so stupid that one time he overclocked the DOS program...ON THE FIRST QUESTION.
StupaCHong: WHAT????
StupaCHong: I hate him so much now
titotothelimit: He entered the quadratic equation instead of his name, and the program went berserk.
StupaCHong: Did it kill him?
titotothelimit: Luckily the unrealm didn't break through the portal at the End of Time and seep into our dimension.
titotothelimit: No, he just went and got a burger instead. Idiot.
StupaCHong: Oh. Hopefully it was a thickburger.
StupaCHong: I hear that thickburgers were stolen from Zeus.