all them haters ...er... who are the puppet masters of ...ho, ho!... the cows bit me all night so I couldn't sleep. ...wait... and, let's just say for now that they ...uhhhh... are telling my location to the suits because they want a religious artifact with supposedly unimaginable powers. and, if I know anything, I know that they ...uh... ate a whole jar of olives with all them haters ...(cough)... so the people never find out about the rotundra. ...uhhhh... ...ho, ho!...