Keep your eyes peeled. If you do not, then the end of the world cometh without the two blood stained bread rolls mixed in a sauce made of dog entrails baked over a nice rolling tundra of yellow fir trees that each have their own maid of honor that erupts forth from the bowels of the hamlets in South Vietnam in which a course of three thousand blue dogs each have a large cup filled with a nice strawberry juice that was created by Tom Bombadil, who abides in the Forest not far from the Shire near a small red toy car that drives through the large house mixed with purple dog breath. I wish you well. Fly you fools!