<< Dear Elledan,
I think I see your problem. You have been feeding your big, bloated brain too much highfalutin' rich food, and your poor little neurons have gotten gas, resulting in a colossal brain-fart.
What your tender young cerebrum needs every now and then is some nice simple down-home thinkin', none of that fancy-schmancy intellectual college stuff, but the kind of thinkin' that plain ordinary folks do. >>
I am no longer capable of such thoughts.
<< I suggest that you scrap all this stream-of-consciousness mumbo-jumbo gumbo for a while.
Here, try this. Your synapses will thank you. >>
LOL
<< Love,
Mombat
P.S.
Don't pay no mind to your Uncle Moonbeam, he has been a little odd ever since he ate those toadstools. >>
ROFL!!
So that explains his rather peculiar behaviour