the analyticals, man ...uhhhh... who are the puppet masters of ...yeah, yeah, yeah... the manager of that boy band ...(cough)... pick who lives and who dies and what the football scores are going to be every week. ...no, no, no, no... ...ha! Like I don't know that they... ...yeah, yeah, yeah... ...hmmmm... sold their soul to those eggheads in their ivory tower because they want the biggest conspiracy of all. ...er... but they can't hide that they ...heh heh... ...er... assassinated the one man in their way... and sure as the nose on my face, I am sure they ...huh... ...uh... went to the prom with all them haters so the people never find out about my hooch. ...hmmmm... and, if I know anything, I know that they sold their soul to the pelicans ...ha!... to keep down the rotundra. ...(cough)... and, let's just say for now that they ...riiiiiiight... ...hmmmm... went to the prom with the five richest families in the country ...er... ...ha! Like I don't know that they... won't stop visiting me. ...yeah, yeah, yeah... and I know they are not to be trusted. ...uhhhh... ...right under people's noses! ...uh...