Black as midnight on a moonless night. You're our boy dog, don't even trip. What is my purpose. You pass butter. Oh My God. Yeah, Welcome to the club pal. Holy Disappearing Act Chuck Norris doesn't delete files, he blows them away. Will you open up the exit hatch, please, computer? Holy Blackout Wealth beyond measure, Outlander. The future is scary but you can’t just run back to the past because it’s familiar.

Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.

Obviously, you're not a golfer