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“In Soviet Russia, epilepsy gets YOU!!”
“Holy crap, that's just mean. G-g-g-gaaah-aaarrggg-urrrg-ep-ep-eppp-eppp-epi-pi-lep-leppi-lepsiiiii-guurrrr-aaaaaaaarg!!!”
Epilepsy, when the brain misfires: noun, meaning 'to vibrate'.
The Epileptic is one whose brain misfired and vibrates.
Inside an epileptic brain
First discovered in a Greek nunnery, epilepsy is a condition where your mind loses its grip with reality simply because you see a bunch of flashing images. This has been attributed to people with unusually excitable brains. Whenever an epileptic brain witnesses a flashing image, it loses control similar to the way a partygoer loses control during a rave. The brain does the neurological equivalent of "getting on the floor" and "dancing till its feet can't feel the ground." Epileptic brains have a tendency to "not stop till they drop." Additionally, these flashing images invite the brain to "get high" on them, and hence an epileptic brain exposed to flashing images ends up becoming the neurological equivalent of a wasted partygoer. Similar to the wasted partygoer's slurring and having no idea of where the fuck he is, and epileptic brain also tends to "misfire", which is the neurological equivalent of driving whilst on drugs.
However, this wasted epileptic brain ends up playing havoc on its owner. Epileptics are known to subconsciously swirl around, staring blankly into space. This is because their brain is dancing to the tune of the flashing images. Whenever an epileptic brain gets high on the flashing images, its owner begins to lose touch with reality. Just like the a rave partygoer eventually gets wasted and doesn't remember what he did at the party, epilepsy patients scarcely remember when and how they were knocked out by a flashing image, and what crazy stuff they did once they were exposed to the flashing image. Hence, epilepsy is termed to be a "neurological disorder", thanks to how ridiculously gullible the epileptic brain is.
“I just saw a bunch of flashing strobe-lights. Next thing I knew, they were all upon me, screaming Yeah, yeah, yeah!”
“Purple Day, Purple Day, gotta get down on Purple Day, every brain is looking forward to the seizures.”
“I'm so excited! I just can't hide it! I know, I know I know and I think he likes it!”