Weston balked. "You do realize that my body's internal workings aren't so malleable anymore, right? No, I think it'd be better if I did it." He wheezed, the chip and the clots causing him breathing trouble. If only he'd had some mechanical lungs implanted too, he'd have no problem. Perhaps he'd do that during his next upgrade.

Weston tried to dig the chip out of his throat, using the extensions in his fingers to grope farther down than any mere Inferior could. Alas, it was pointless: the chip was lodged too far down.

So agree with me or not, you probably want to know why I am using this as the Challenge of The Week. Well it is simple: I am still going to do every thing in my power to help this world. In the end none of us truly deserve anything, which is why all of use deserve some help.

Weston, as any rational being would do, simply brushed himself off and stood up, while his Inferior friend laughed like a lunatic and rolled on the sidewalk.

"I still don't see why you meat creatures think this so amusing," Weston told the monkey child, although the half of his face that was still human grinned despite his best efforts to stop it.

Greg kept laughing. "So you do still feel fear. I saw that look on your face!"

Weston huffed, and gave in to the human urge to swallow. He felt something slide down his throat. He analyzed the anomaly, and his human hand flew to his forehead while his eyes winced.

Greg jeered. "Now what? Calculating our math homework in facepalms?"

Weston refused the urge to show anger. "Shut up, you twerp. I think you made me inhale my cell phone chip."

Greg laughed even louder.

"Quit it! That hardware also served as my wallet! If I go broke, you're the one who'll regret it."

It’s not always Beyonce, it could be any song that was released in the last ten years or so. That’s what the Internet thinks of “Bohemian Rhapsody.” If another song does not hold up to its greatness, it apparently sucks. This is an incorrect approach to bring to current music, for many reasons.

First, it compares the chorus of the current song to the verses of Bohemian Rhapsody. That’s stupid. In every song, the chorus is always less complex than the verses. That’s how music has been structured for hundreds of years. It’s like going

Queen: We will we will rock you. We will we will rock you.

Chuck Berry: Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, way back in the woods among the evergreens, there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.

and using that to try to prove that Chuck Berry is a better musician than Queen. Also notice that they leave out the weird middle section of “Bohemian Rhapsody” where Freddie Mercury just starts flat-out making up words and putting them next to foreign words in random order. If you’re going to compare the lyrics of two songs, compare all the lyrics.

Second, “Bohemian Rhapsody” is an incredibly unique song. Comparing it to any other song is stupid, because there is no other song like it. If you were to compare a more traditionally written Queen song, like say “Somebody to Love,” this would make more sense.

Lastly, and most importantly, music is not about the lyrics. Music is about the lyrics. There are songs vastly superior to “Bohemian Rhapsody” that have absolutely no lyrics. You could the best written passages of Shakespeare and set it to music, but if the music sucks, the whole song sucks. That’s why songs like “Stayin’ Alive,” “Walk This Way,” and “Hound Dog” are as timeless as “Bohemian Rhapsody.” It’s just the way music is, and to judge other songs by any other standard than this is just plain wrong.

Jeez, I’ve been doing a lot of ranting lately.