Yes, ommmm... Eee! Sea! Rye! Pea! Toe! Gee, ram.
What do you make of that?
I've just escaped from an asylum where I've stayed for the past ten years, and I'm a little excited about everything. I don't want to go back anytime soon, and meditating calms me down a little. But sometimes, just sometimes, I start acting looney again. What do you make of that?