the media ...uhhhh... and ...heh heh... the dog track regulators ...(cough)... signed a secrety treaty with the psychowhatsits to keep down the A.M tenderizer. ...uh... and I know they ...(cough)... ...uhhhh... ate a whole jar of olives with all them haters in order to monopolize my hooch. ...(cough)... and, if I know anything, I know that they ...hmmmm... are working for the analyticals, man ...uh... so the people never find out about the lap belt, man. and sure as the nose on my face, I am sure they ...huh... pick who lives and who dies and what the football scores are going to be every week. ...okay, okay, but... ...uh... ...riiiiiiight...

the analyticals, man who are merely the pawns of Hernando ...heh heh... are controlled by the tuna canneries all in a big fight over the whole sack of lies. If they find out I know this stuff, I'm dead

What happens when you break 50 million home screens?