This is your brain. This is your brain on a woodworking machine.

"My dad's bringing me a jointer at Thanksgiving," the DNB announces proudly.

"Oh cool," I reply. And then think about it some.

"Wait. A jointer? What is that?" I ask. "That's not something to do with drugs, right?"

Just say no, kids.

"Umm, no. It's a power tool."

"Huh. Ok then. You can have it."