Currently, Rackamonie is attempting to convince me that everything I do, he causes through inception.
Me: You don’t even know what I am doing right now.
Him: Yes I do. You are digesting a sammich and wishing you could take a nap.
Me: NO. I am standing on my head, crocheting a blanket.
Him: That’s exactly what I wanted you to do. BOOM! INCEPTION.
This, my friends, is why I love Rackamonie.