“Shit. Shiiiiiiit. Shit.”

What’s going on, Bobby?

“Iterating.”

Ah. I see. What’s it like?

“On the plus side, I’ve got six times as much potato salad.”

That’s good, I guess.

“But, uh, I’m also experiencing reality like a conference call.”

That’s bad.

“Yeah. Turns out the human mind is not set up for even semi-panopticality.”

I’ll alert Foucault. Do you have any idea how this happened?

“Right now, my working hypothesis has the white jeans as a main suspect.”

Jeans shouldn’t be white.

“Yup. It’s, uh, racist but true.”

So many things are.

“Not really.”

It was a joke, Bob.

“My, uh, sense of humor is like a mirror thrown onto an ice-skating rink right now.”

Makes sense.