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BLINK, FOR THE LOVE OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN ON A ZEPPELIN!
... sorry, I was being rash. It's okay, you need not blink. We're all ninjas here. Family, man. Family. Yeah. Feel the love. Feel it. Get your hand away from that.
In brief, I must decline my position as Grand Poohbah Of Narcolepsy. The Wonder Pup breeds, and I await with baskets.
Baskets! It's all about the wicker, my good man.