if you were to create a million clones of the american president, and put them in a room with a million typewriters for a million years, they would eventually write the world's greatest novel. that novel, however, would still not be nearly as glorious and breathtaking as jet set future. thank you smilebit for allowing me the utter joy of painting your town black & blue and grinding every inch of it. i never wanted to leave. who can be there now? hooza le wutzit? pizzle de shuddit.