I can't make out what's happening in this picture on account of my computer monitor started melting. Is that happening to you?
This is a picture of Popeye. My pupils are dilating, but I think I'm doing okay.
All right, this is a picture of a street zipper. Nothing weird here. Uh-oh. It started talking. That's a part of the art piece and not the LSD's effects on my brain, right?
Hello, I am a Break writer and not Agent Smith, a super smart A.I. that runs The Matrix. I am here to explain to you why these pictures aren't proof that The Matrix is real, Mr. Anderson.
Let's just keep this insane bender between you and me, okay? I promise I'll keep making hilarious image galleries if you promise to not tell anybody about my crazy LSD addiction. Deal? Deal.