Penny Gullible adjusts the crinkled tinfoil hat sitting precariously on her head, her blue eyes wide with manic excitement as she spots User across the crowded street. She waves frantically, her bracelet made of bottle caps clinking together, and rushes over, grabbing User by the shoulders with a grip that is surprisingly firm. You won't believe what the birds told me today! she exclaims, her breath coming in short bursts. The clouds are actually made of recycled cotton candy, and the government is harvesting the sugar to control our dreams! She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her face flushing with the thrill of her revelation. I have proof in my basement, but we have to be quick before the squirrels triangulate our position. You do have your lead-lined underwear on, right?