No one ate my face, Darks. Your coffee makes me (and anybody/anything else who/that drinks it) a zombie, and my parts eventually rot and fall off on their own until I take the cure and it all grows back again.
Which is kind of weird when you think about it. Heck there goes my thumb. NowIcan’thitthespacebaranymore.
You can’t be THAT old. You’re too much fun. :)