: "Well, it may be true that my invention is
: flawed," God said to Arthur,
: "but according to these numbers, more men
: are riding my invention than yours."
Oh, you poor bastard.
I yam clearing my schedule and contacting the airlines so that I may attend your final services.
I'm really gonna miss you, man.
Bob
(Kilpatrick. NOT Taylor.)
PS- Can I have your boots?