Sometimes these things just happen. Wait, what things? Somethings. They just happen. Somethings sometime? Happen, yes. That's absolutely retarded. What is to be expected on such short notice. A longer notice would not have made this concept any better. Except for the fact that in such a case there may have, indeed, been an actual concept. You know what, eat it. Eat what, something? One of the things that happens. Sometimes. When, though? Who knows? I don't. Know? No. You mean "Yes." I know what I mean. No, you don't. No? Know. ... These things, the ones that happen at times, would you have been smoking them? Perhaps you mean what it is we were to eat, again. Don't get into meaning. But what is meaning? It's one of those things. That happen? No, that you weren't supposed to get into. Like assholes. What? Are you disagreeing? Well, no. But? Butt. Good god, that's stupid. Bad god, it's brilliant! Now is not the time for contrariness. It never is, and that's why it always is the time for contrariness. You have to deal with these mysteries of life sometimes. The unsolved ones? No, you can just change the channel. But can I channel the change? That would be quite the feat. Size elevens. Not feet, feat. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes! The dandruff shampoo? No. Know what? Know what I'm saying? Not anymore, not for some time. Sometimes, these things just happen.