Junkies, I'm off to the dentist today. After they put me under (which for me takes way more knock-out juice than any normal human, I'm told), they are going to literally saw into my face and embed a piece of dead dude in my upper jaw. That's right, a piece of some deceased cat's skeleton will be wedged in my maw. This will knock me on my ass for a few days.
Hence, all world-crushing activity will come to a halt until my body goes all Borg on this chunk of bone, and starts to assimilate the skeletal framework. My osteoblasts will turn that foreign bone into native bone, and boom-shakalaka, I fill in a hole (that you can see as my right incisor in the picture at left).
If my dental surgery record holds steady, there will be much vomiting. Yay me! But when I return, I will have fully subsumed the soul of another human being. The first of many, bitches, the first of many ...
UPDATE (5:27pm, PT, 11/13/09):
The dead dude is now fully embedded in my face. It was not fun. I kid you not -- twice they had to use a freakin' hammer and a freakin' chisel. A chisel, bitches. Did I mention the chisel?