So precisely, your head fits into the smallest of diameters.
You look like someone who has lunched poorly and who has no expectations for dinner.
The sisters of St. Cathode ask that you cover yourself with filaments and take pains to make yourself fully incandescent this evening.
I do sense a complete and utter vaccuum in the space between your auricles.
If you were a camel your humps would be esoterically bald from overuse.