I am 273% sure that your internal capacity is as mighty as our dual ability to percentageate (almost as Top Tier as my literary prowess). It's odd how the universe works though, considering she knows fully well that my Christmas list this year is comprised of floor to ceiling length windows overlooking a mountain-scape that's home to several species of near extinct wolves as well as a sit down meal, serving only world. I've always wondered what a story tastes like. (Oh, I also asked Santa for a face mask that has a little snack pocket inside. Running out of room in my pants for those digestives I owe you). I think she's plotting something.
But anyway. I am more than willing to help pry you open. I've got tools. They're pretty sharp. Let me know if you need a (blood stained) hand.