Alright, folks. That's Your Horoscope for Today. It's your New Future, so Open Your Mind and accept it before I shred your skin and turn tu into a life-sized Matryoshka. What, are tu trying to say you'd be Still Alive after that? You're being a Joker, right? Excuse Me, I Am Sorry, but you'd be dead after I shoot tu with The Last Revolver. There's No Logic right now, is there? We're all being Triple Bakas, so let's shut up. What do tu mean, No Thank You?! Just shut up, this conversation isn't Good Enough. I'm leaving.