Half my joints make ceramic doll clicking noises when I move and, despite what you might think based on my robot obsession, I’m not fond of that at all.
Me, shambling into the physical therapist’s office: “OIL CAN! OIL CAN!”
Tap dance instructor: “Ship, how the hell are you making three taps per step? You’re not even wearing tap shoes, what—“
Me: “Them’s Me Bones.”