In the heat of the moment we leave our fragile receptors open like Haley Wagoner's legs on a Saturday night. While in this near infantile state, pollen shall wreak havoc upon our fragile mental stability and physiologically rape the dendrite masses with ninja precision. Fuck Yall. As the stereotypical chemicals within us try to fend off certain vertigo, granules of the parasitic plant dander march onward like John Holmes in the presence of a 30 man maranade. Soaked. Tensions grow as we muster a final inconceivably powerful technique in order to properly grease the battalions for battle. The lips are stiffened and the pupils permanently drawn shut. The nuts pulled hastily upward toward the stomach. The shaft? Expands to the point that one may think 'AG was introduced. Lungs fill with enough oxygen to re-ignite Prince's "freak nasty". A mighty expel of air suddenly cleanses the receptors of all pollution. The land hath been restored for another day. Pollen and all available dirty triples shall be extorted for future reference. Excellent.