The Map, the Map. Oh, God.

I don't want anybody to die, I literally just want people to be happy. But if I have this blank policy of assuming everybody is a dingle and has no self-awareness but me, that gives me a way to guide myself through life. And then you can, like, you know, like, they used to say on the Metallica shirts, kill them all like God's sort of mouth. You see, I did single and ready to mingle to hear that one. Yep. I did. What about single-to-noise ratio? That's a problem. I think that's this... 37 signals. Backpack, backpack. Her? I'm the map