It smells funny. --As told to me by an Engineering lead... Much facepalm ensued.
It got all sappy
Me: You go to heaven. 4: No, I mean when you die, do I get your stuff
Straight up.
Tell it to change its socsks!
An eggsy-stench-alist.
Smelling salts.
A ginja... Ensue mildly dramatic slow clapping.
D(sun)/dt *facepalm*