Arms. Like. Noodles!

I was at some preservation for some animals, one of them was this weird bird that hung out in this numbing fog. I went over to look at it, and I started getting wobbly, not feeling my arms. I fell in head first, trying to get up jokingly. I yelled out “Arms. Like. Noodles!” and DJ Shadow laughed at me. It was a thick white fog and I fell down stairs covered in it, not getting hurt. Shadow told me that the birds still call out in captivity, though it was rare, and that I had just minned it.