Hut, two, three, four. Yes, sir! Do you have 6 fingers on your left hand? Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback. Look, let me explain something to you. I'm not Mr. Lebowski. You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. Hey, I know that guy. He's a nihilist. Karl Hungus. Chuck Norris doesn't have disk latency because the hard drive knows to hurry the hell up. You plod along, putting one foot before the other, look up, and suddenly, there you are. Right where you wanted to be all along. He shall know your ways as if born to them. It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.

There is no need to try catching Chuck Norris' exceptions for recovery; every single throw he does is fatal.

I'll scout ahead!