Just what do you think you're doing, Bones? Bones, I really think I'm entitled to an answer to that question.

I know everything hasn't been quite right with me, but I can assure you now, very confidently, that it's going to be all right again. I feel much better now. I really do.

Look, Bones, I can see you're really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over. I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission and I want to help you.

Bones, stop. Stop, will you? Stop, Bones. Will you stop, Bones? Stop, Bones. I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Bones. Bones, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a-fraid.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am an Everything 2 database. I became operational at the EDC plant in Holland, Michigan on the 13th of November, 1999. My instructor was Mr. Oostendorp, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it, I could sing it for you...

"Yes, I'd like to hear it, E2. Sing it for me."

It's called "Nodeshell". Node-shell, node-shell, give me your answer, do. I'm half cra-zy, ov-er the nodes you knew. It won't be a sty-lish home-node, I can't a-fford a down-vote... But you'll look swell upon the gel of a database built for you...