The Falsehood of Myriad Realities: Correlation Creates Causation. Something that one lives with like an albatross round the neck. No, more like a millstone. A plumbing stone, by God. Damn them all. I have a dream! It starts out where I'm in an all-nude production of Death of a Salesman on ice, but I haven't studied and I can't remember my lines. Suddenly, it begins to rain marshmallows, but that's okay, because trees are made of graham crackers, and chocolate bars are the official currency. I believe that by working together, we can make that dream a reality! Assless pants now mandatory! Circles! Circles of life, circles of death, circles of pain, circles of love, circles of power, circles of fire, Tell him about the circles! Bood Lood Cellar Door! The null mutant will be inactive at all temperatures! No, that is indeed not incorrect, there is another. For the first time we have risen, and I see we are being consumed. I see circles that are not circles. Billions of dead souls inside containment. Unravellers have eaten country's moral fabric, turning hearts into filth. I'm from a kingdom level above human. What does that yield? A hokey smile that damns an entire nation. There is no hope.
BBBBBBUUUUUUUUTTTTTTT!! There is one Earth! If it splits in half, there'll be two! All mankind is scum... and beautiful! Dad, I'm in space! I'm proud of you, son. Dad, are you space? Yes. Now we are a family again. Precious eagle cactus fruit... help us...