I'm tired of being paranoid all the freaking time. I'm declaring the start of operation Just-Go-With-It. I'm saving my paranoia for when it will actually do me some good.
In the mean time, who wants to go throw a frisbee around at the park?
So I've been messing around with spare parts at the auto shop and I've invented a device that detects confusion. I found a copy of the New Yorker, and by amplifying the smugness and confidence of the opinions inside, it is able to attract any sense of confusion out there, and locate it
Ideally, this should help us find newcomers sooner.