Time to take off your toque, settle down on the chesterfield with a 2-4 and polish your loonies with a serviette.
It's kinda like morse code, they have no idea what I'm saying
Yes doctor, I am sick. Sick of those who are spineless. Sick of those who feel self-entitled. Sick of those who are hypocrites. Yes doctor, an army is forming. Yes doctor, there will be a war. Yes doctor, there will be blood.....