What is it? What the FUCK are U Talking About Mr. Dragon-Gone-Amok?

It almost has to be a Dragon Tripping like a Krazy Klown
On a Strange Loop Between Trinity and Bicycle Day Acid
And I DO MEAN… Lysergic Acid Diethylamide.
But for some reason, Hoffstadter didn’t like… LAD.

So, there you have it. Even in Science, PRESENTATION…
Is… EVERYTHING!

“HeHe!” says the Krypto-Nucleo-Pulmonary Dragonologist who tried to tell Y’all…

A FUCKING LONG TIME AGO…

“Hey GUYS! GUYS! I think we’re FUCKED HERE! The Second Coming of Hermes Thrice Greatest just GOT UP and FUCKING WALKED right into the room GUYS! And he is ARMED to the TEETH! I LITERALLY MEAN, he has ARMS GROWING OUTTA HIS TEETH GUYS! <a nice Mike Wahlberg scream would be an appropriate insertion (chuckle/snicker) right about now> Get me OUTTA here! GUYS! I DON’T WANNA FLY! I DON’T WANNA FLY!”

Fly…
Do not run…
To the Exit…
Juxtapoesis…
Kaleidoscopicus…
Recapitulata…
Non-Ordinario…
Replicatorus…
Non-Mundatio…

Untangle Your Tongue…
And Lay IT on My Clitoris Imaginatikus…!

And SEND ME INTO…

Eternal.

Ekstatic.

Flight.