So. . . I would at a computer repair shop and an old woman came into the shop today.
Her: "Yeah, hi. My grandson told me I needed to upgrade my sheep."
Me: "Your . . . sheep?"
Her: "Yeah, the sheep in my computer"
Me: "There's a sheep in your. . uhhm. . . Oh! You mean your RAM?"
Her: "yeah, that. Whatever the hell it's called."
And just like that my dreams of working on a giant bio-mechanical sheep robot are shattered.