Upon a friendly toaster do a thousand penguins bloom. But whether this wisdom doth shine upon thee is dependant on the evening song, as dictated by kirby.

Btw, if you haven't read homestuck (www.mspaintadventures.com , or something) Do so or I shall rip out your heart, melt it, solidify it aain, grind it into a powder and smoke it.
It'll bee good, man. Real wicked.