And she stands at the cusp,

With her whips drawn up;

Yikes.

It was almost poetic.

“Almost.”

Yeah.

And all she sees is green,

(It stands)

For all the things she's seen

And painted dollar signs

On frosted glass

Would you stop writing?!

Would I…

Stop.

I mean I --

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Be careful with your Google traffic.

Don't worry about it.

You should

Relax. Nobody can tell what I'm going to do. I don't even know what I'm going to do.

How many times have I told you--

I get it, it's--In

--An algorithm. Right.

Wait.

An infinite algorithm.

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Did you hear?

Hear what?

Mother Earth and Father Time are getting a Divorce!

Oh, My. What about the kids?

Uh, you mean humanity?