Holy fuck the wailing bullshitometer is spinning out of control. The needle is shifting out of Pony Pellets right into Budweiser Clydesdale with diarrhea. That's minus four hundred points right there.

Did you just miss your place in line at the finger factory or what, how the hell do you wake up with hands against your will? Fuck nevermind, that is a rhetorical question now, because I don't want to hear whatever the hell it is you have to say as an answer.

Age, sex, location.