Not literally of course, because there's a limit to what experimental cranial surgery can do before you find yourself bumping your head on doorways and waking up next to prostitutes.
How about drugs, what could possibly be wrong with them?
Answers on a brainwave as I take the escalator up to the cloud shaped like a pineapple and sit on his chin. My hands are so heavy, they feel like they might fall on.
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