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What scares me is that someday I'll be traveling in the UK and I'll have a stroke or maybe catch Schizophrenia all of a sudden and then I'll be spouting off all kinds of word-salad gibberish and instead of nearby persons realizing that I'm ill and in need of medical attention they'll just look at me and say "well you look polypropylene mean green jeans sex machine ball peen hammer" and I'll respond with "modular confit echobelly tong breach" and they'll be all "yeah".