The sun is sitting on my chest, spitting hot lava loogies on my face and punching my sternum with fists of melted tungsten, fucking bully. Dog just split in half and out stepped a gnome riding a grasshopper with six Air Jordans on. I knew it! My will to live needs a nice sandal. The mountain lions. The mountains lions are coming down from the hills, and they are sick from eating yellow grass. Hoo! Hoooooooo!!! Come Rainbow Sherbet Eagle! Take me to your nest of 31 Flavors so that I may curl up under your lime wing in a bed of mint chocolate chip instead of spraying myself with this piece of shit broken hose attachment.