I'm in the desert, tied to the top of a horse surrounded by my mutants. The question not is "can you hear me now", the question is "it's too damn late motherf*cker, and what the hell are you going to do about IT, and if you reset one more ***da*m*ed time i'm going to scream! Go ahead mutant, put that damn creepy carnival hat on me, because i cant stand to look at the treo any more. It sickens me."