so confusing... what? who goes there? why, it is my brain doing such things as foozle me there is nothing there, good sir and i pray yee never view upon this. ah, there we go i knew i would find it again but are you my comb? and if so, how did you get on this subway car? it is no matter hark, i see the sky now never would have thought to look up how strange the world is today that empty acres take up more space then muddle cities. mister mcmurphy, have you come to take the car? why no, then be gone with you heathen soul!