Just as deep as Master goes in my pooter.

You know Master, right? That unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system? He a big poopie butt sometime, so I give myself wedgie to give Him wedgie. Server, Client, Holy Interbutt, y’know? Remind me of marble. I eat marbles.