Look into my eyes. You are getting sleepy, very sleepy ... Your eyelids are getting heavy, so heavy you cannot keep your eyes open. You try to get up from your chair, but you can't. You feel heavy, heavy, as if you can't move, like you just ate combo meal #5 at Taco Bell.
You are under my control. You will do anything I say.
Now, give me that banana.
This rerun, part of the third blogoversary extravaganza, was the first of TVB's many sock monkey posts, from Jan. 10, 2006. The world was so much simpler then! Gasoline powered most of our light bulbs. The horse and buggy were just beginning to make way for the robot horse and nanobuggy. Genetically modified schnauzers had not yet mutated into the genetically modified schnauzer overlords that rule our nation today. Hm. Maybe this has something to do with the vicodin.