What could possibly go wrong? Carry on, good sir!

Ode to Gray Goo (a Quirk-ruined iteration of the second half of The Hearse Song)
 

The nanites crawl in, the nanites crawl out,
The nanites play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A tiny gray robot with tiny camera eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what nanites eat when you are dead.

Hahhahahaa! I was like NO that's not how it goes! :lol: