I am damn photoshop nightmare and annihilate all pesky design issues. I am the giant robot to uninspired layout's evil giant monster. Vector graphics bow before me as if I were Ming the Merciless and Flash Gordon rolled into one. I can make your grandma Playboy material. I am waxing hyperbolic for no good reason. I am now stopping this like nuclear bomb stops life. I am ending my diarrhea-mouth like I was, umm, anti-diarrhea medicine.

Did I mention it's my bedtime? Well, it is. Indeed. I'm not joking. OK, I'm yawning. What do you mean you don't know if I'm actually yawning? Clearly I am. Well then, how do I know you're not hiding any weapons of mass destruction? I should say I think you are. Oh, we'll see, just you wait until after I get my beauty sleep. Then you'll be sorry for refining that uranium.