Kevyn: Text. . . Appearing on my broken arm.
Kevyn: I'm either dreaming or hallucinating.
Kevyn: "Press here to continue." Okay, I'll play along.
Kevyn: NYAARGH!
Nannites:
see?
you're not
dreaming.
Kevyn: Great. The nanomachines on my right side developed communal intelligence, and just now discovered humor.