Me - Brain, can we go to bed now?
Brain - No! I am aglow with whirling, transient nodes of thought careening through a cosmic vapor of invention.
Me - Brain, you're just quoting Blazing Saddles, and I refuse to say ditto.
Brain - Hah! You just did. Ditto you provincial putz?
Me - I hate you so much right now.
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