Four score and ten hours ago, before Rooster and I were born unto this world, we began a perilous journey to create this world you see not before you, but behind you. When finally the thoughts we had not yet thought were wrought to paper, or in essence, murdered trees, we had begun the sacrificing of your virgin minds to our non-existant volcano god.

  And though the timer hath yet to tick down to zero, the bomb has already gone off inside your souls for having read the filth we have given you. For remember, there can be only none!