There are Mad Scientists Everywhere

Suppose you were a brain in a vat, that you liked to repeat the word "envatted." Envatted you say as a man wearing a yellow suit spreads roasted garlic over a hunk of black bread. Envatted you say as the young woman with a shaved head who lives in the apartment above you turns the stereo up at 4 AM. Envatted you say as the semi blows a tire. Envatted as the sun sets into the lake. Envatted as the doorbell ring.

The man at the door is wearing a labcoat.

I am a brain in a vat you say. Would you like a cup of hot chocolate.

No, thank you, says the man in the labcoat. I couldn't impose.

Well, do you mind if I have one, you ask. I quite fancy a bit of chocolate.

No, not at all, the man in the labcoat says.

It's really no trouble to make you some as well, you say. It's actually easier to make two cups, you lie.

Well, in that case... says the man in the labcoat.

Sitting beside the fire in the leather easy chairs, sipping hot chocolate, you look the man in the labcoat in the eye. I am a brain in a vat deceived by mad scientists to believe that I am a brain in a vat.

I know, says the man in the labcoat. I am your mad scientist. I am here for you.