“If you integrate fantasy with reality, you do not instantiate reality. If you mix cow pie with apple pie, it does not make the cow pie taste better; it makes the apple pie worse.”
Neolithic nephritic Nehemiah Nehru, champion of the "trilly little thing that Herbie Hancock does on his Fender Rhodes..." and co-inventor of weaponized doggie farts, strode purposefully down the maroon hall towards Vashti Campbell's office. Trailing the potentate was his entourage of steganographers, ethnobiologists and seismographers so 8 meters in length, like a boxcar full of anxious guinea pigs, whispering to one another about how blue the sky is today. Vashti, or "Vash", was possibly the most well known person in the corporation. She was the friendly face of the product, like a goddess waving waves, propagating the very act of creation through space.
Nehemiah deliberately focused on his bladder, generating 7.2 gangsta units of power, feeding it into his brain. Thus enhanced, his chance of swaying Vash to his side was 78.9965%.