I’ve been distracted this morning — I had to put down a rebellion. Various bacteria have been staging a revolt and trying to bolt out of the confines of my gut by cunningly fleeing into the sewers; not cunningly enough, though, as I’ve dealt with the traitors by sending great chasers of hydrochloric acid after them. This is how a tyrant deals with betrayal and cowardice! Death to the disloyal! Painful slow burning death!
Now I have to go lie down.