Qu'est-ce que vous aimez manger avec des amis?

I can hear music playing and it's just weird. It's playing and it's incomplete. There's a sense of a somewhat irritable and formidable bass. Let's try this.

I totally know what is going on. I am in control. Or I should say, I have control. How can you be in an intangible concept? What is control anyway?

I sure as heck know what it isn't. And it isn't this.