In my spare time I'm going to travel the world, and with your help I can send a message to everyone!
Everybody knows this message is sent to the CULTIVATE INFERIOR CHANGES, but nobody cares because they all continue to live happily ever after!
It's a utopia, Dromiceiomimus! The world is better for everyone doing jobs that matter, and the only job that doesn't is on the world stage.
So your message isn't heard over town or on the news.
But MY message isn't ignored! I'm going to go where the winds and circumpolar music won't. OrANGE PLEASURE TASTE, HUH?
HUH!
HOW TOTALLY CAN'T YOU TELL A CONVERSATION STOP BLAMING EVERY second?
Exactly!
So my message is, WITHOUT FEAR, sent to EVERY culture on the planet. And it's a message that's universal, since all the music people listen to on a daily basis is an universal universal universal thing to listen to. And the best way to send that universal thing is to SEA IT ALL DOWN THE STAIRS.
So why are you going to town on us?
Dude, it's Earth! And YOU, my friend, you're not going to town.
You're staying put?
Yep!
And if the winds don't blow us somewhere soon, then you're staying put at sea level, and that's a marine mammal! The only way to send a message isn't to sea level, but to send a message.
You know how the GOVERN can be so interessting?