C'Mon, you really think I am that creative? Plus the spelling was way to tight and there was no mention of Matt Millen impaled on the end of a cyborg unicorn's lightsaber horn closing in on Neptune, while engulfed in Jerry Sandusky's shower residue, as he is making a three-legged table for a one-legged placekicker, while covered in kerosine and flying through a throng of people with lighters acting like a stadium full of 50
year-olds at an AC/DC concert.
I think, therefore I am. I think fantasy, therefore I am unreal?