I tell you we must die.

I'm just kidding. Death is optional. Sanity is optional. Hell, everything is optional. Tha'ts the real secret. Coincidentally, it's happy hour. Always is. Somewhere.

Somewhere.

You know what is incredibly unenjoyable? A radio friendly version of a rap album. Give me parental warnings for [G]od's sake! How else am I to know a piece of plastic is capable of creating vibrations in the air inappropriate for adults? Children don't know what is or is not suitable for adults. They haven't been around the block... so to speak... and need guidance... with regard to... you know... parentals.

Show me... the way... to the next...

That is all.

[Sigh of Relief. Exit, Camera Left. Muted applause]

FYI, the Scions of Entropy were Founded by Me.