Wednesday. As you wash your hands after an unusually satisfying siht, a pair of half-mechanical snakes slithers, clanking up out of the drain, and winds around your arms. You head back to the desk. The snakes tighten around your elbows. Against your will you open Microsoft Word and start typing, "SsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssgronkssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssGRONKsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssgrrrrrronkssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"