»And I want it anyway, on this, your wretched orb; filled with your silly ant people; which spins indifferently in a black sea of nothingness...by nothing....for nothing....while you scurry around purposelessly doing your little ant things.«
Then he belched, popped another piece of severely undercooked bacon into his left mouth, stood up, and yelped crazily, "Aawwwww,
cheeerrrrrup!!» Slapping me hard on the back with one of his multi-hued protuberances, he drooled and burbled, «Let's go home and watch the jewelry network. I need a new tiara. This one's definitely lost its bling."