Ibrium. Descartes. God. Mathematics.
The words churned in Brian's head as he tried to determine what it was that was bothering him.
Ibrium. Descartes. God. Mathematics.
God. Ibrium. Descartes. Mathematics.
Mathematics. Ibrium. Descartes. God. Sex.
Sex.
"Ah HAH!!!" he announced triumphantly, turning and striding purposefully back to Arden's room. He banged on the door loudly.
"You thought you could trick me!" he shouted through the closed door. "Well, nobody fools Brian. Well, not for very long, anyway. Or at least not usually for very long. Sometimes for a while, but I catch on eventually."
On the other side of the door, Arden rolled his eyes. Anakata began to snicker.
"Neil..."