I have the notebook finished for you, Mister Luthor if you wish for me to bring it around at some point. I would have called you over the telly foam, but the last time I used it some old dame shrieked in my ear. To be brutally frank with you, it gave me quite the fright and I never want to go near one again.
Does anybody know what happens when you get hit by one of those moving tin squares on the roads? I almost got hit by one this morning. I want to know.