He rolls over. A moment passes. He sits up suddenly.
“The flavor persists. If I were a Boltzmann brain, this sensory input would have already collapsed into noise. Therefore… I am either real, or the universe has an excellent sense of humor.” young sheldon s02e19 libvpx
“We don’t have bourbon.”
“Say, ‘Welcome, Pastor Jeff. The Lord’s pie is warm.’” He rolls over
“Mom, if the universe tends toward entropy, why do you keep organizing desserts by flavor and not by molecular stability?” if the universe tends toward entropy