If you have animals at your house, we’re talking cats, dogs, fish, muskrats, be sure when you leave that you put on 90s late night talk shows for them. You know what I’m saying? Your Jay Leno’s, David Letterman, Arsenio Hall, they tend to be thoroughly enjoyed by these programs and they’ll thank you and appreciate you for your mindfulness. Now, I was talking to my boy Fibers the other day. He’s detailing me about these tunnels in New York and Chairman Gatto thinks this is an interesting prospect. I may have to make a pilgrimage and go and explore these tunnels for myself then I’ll make some follow ups. But today, short, sweet, simple, just getting in touch with the comrades, man. You know what I’m saying? It’s red flags flying, red dome rising, RIP Chairman Mao, we love you, Cijun Ping, comrades, CCP supporters, stanchcomers, deep cover spies, members of the occult, Syrian girlfriends and bisexual vampires. Yeah! One, two, three, it’s that boy, man. Chairman Gatto. Meow. I thank God for Q-Jaws, because he laced it. I thank God for Q-Jaws, because he laced it. Don’t spaz out, we gon’ be fine, yeah. We all turned out fine, yeah. We gon’ be alright, yeah. We gon’ be alright. We just young so we get high, yeah. We just livin’ life, yeah. Bustle every day in every way we payin’ all the bills.