The path

ZINGO! The brand. Nothing earns you geek points like installing Linux on a dead badger. Sheep... Home theater system... Tennis racket... Their childhood innocence must be preserved. Glucose... I'm not going to ruin a perfect fantasy with an unfortunate reality. I'm not! Simple. It is what the faceless desire. I know nothing. "Feces... Igneous protrusion... One slip in concentration and lose it forever."

Kill it! Burn it! Burn them all! Kill them! Neurotoxin... Ricer... Straight, squiggly, roundabout... Slightly-below-average man... They do not wander. They dare not wander, and they do not know what lies beyond the border of the Madness. I have a theory why you lost the war... Sometimes they are afraid. Cheese is so slippery... You, <insert name here> ZINGO!, were born sometime in the past and now you are dead. Banana penguin... Milquetoast... Giants looming out of the mist... Antidisestablishmentarianist... Trees, ferns... Guacamole... Pie... "Cadaver..."

I need a bigger whiteboard. US Navy F/A 18 Super Hornet... There is no way to tell without quetzal. Don't you have more important stuff to work on?

Home is where the fern is.