"SWEATY." Sweetie Giraffe yelled. "WHY SWEATY NOT SWEATY? WHY SWEATY JUST JIRAF?"
"Ho-hum," Jiraf the Unsweaty mused. "I suppose all that sweat had gotten to my head. I do believe I shall continue my use of antiperspirant now that I am aware of its effects on my mental state."
Jiraf proceeded to be blasted in the face by a very disturbed Sweetie Giraffe.