Now they think it's an enlarged heart. That means I'll keel over more slowly, which means I can hit the "send" button before I drop.
Then even better, you'll get the last word which will make everyone happy because I'll have no clue what you said. It's a WIN- WIN!!
Meanwhile, I'll just be sitting on a puffy white cloud with a beer in one hand and a bacon and cheese sammich in the other thinking, "What ARE they fretting about?"
Either that or I'll be looking up Octo's skirt. Angels are allowed to do that. They do it all the time. Or at least they will once I'm gone.
Let's make 5G safe by installing zirconium ceramic bricks to the cell masts. It will save the providers billions of dollars quickly by reducing interference.
Can you ask yourself "Why do I love discovering how my protons can experience Loving Kindness?"