It is in times of great sarrow, when darkness swallows up the land, when all hope has been extinguished by existentialist's...that we must grab the bull by the horns, then saw off those horns and sell them to make a profit...
The box of several hundred X's had been slain, and with it, any hopes of acquiring several pirates bounties "as stated in the scrolls of yesteryear" I was beside myself in front of a mirror "what have we become" I asked myself. And he asked me "what have we become?" in perfect unison.
It was at this moment that a voice echoes through the halls of the common room "NEVER FEAR! I Shall revive him!"
and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but an African American president, with a smile and good cheer! He said several well phrased words, then went straight to his work. Unscrewed the bolts of oppression and dismantled the DVD drive with a jerk. Then he placed several pennies, all in a neat line, cast a quick fire spell "he was level 99" then snapped his fingers, and gave the box a smack. Then turned to me and said back.
"Hope is here...have a crackerjack!"
and then he flew out the window to do more good dead's, while me and the box of X's celebrated in great jubilee. Peace was restored, once again to the land, all because of the teacher of "yes we can"