 I'm out of here. My mind is aglow with whirling transient nodes of thought careening through a cosmic vapor of invention. I'm not a crook. You could run a tail bet, cowboy. Rock on, freaky bro. We choose truth over fact. You can't handle the truth. Mr. John Morrow. I don't know. Let's get funky like a market. I'm David Ernest, and I approve this message. I thought this was going to be a dull day. I dig that. Yeah. That's nice.