Shield your son too much, Jessica, and he'll not grow strong enough to fulfill any destiny. there’s an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they’ve worked out. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. The future is scary but you can’t just run back to the past because it’s familiar. Nobody exists on purpose. Nobody belongs anywhere. Everybody is going to die. It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise. Holy Human Surfboards I finally invent something that works! This is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.

How's Annie? How's Annie? How's Annie?

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