They’ve been soft launching aliens and nobody cares — except me. I care so much. I’m obsessed. I’m so excited. Also, everyone owes Tom DeLonge an apology. You’re all sick. I want my alien to walk me like a dog. I feel like aliens are gonna like my vibe. I just do. I think the aliens will feel about me the way tourists feel about the old party guy at the surf shack in Hawaii that they remember forever because he was jolly and had eccentric speech patterns and made them all mai tai’s. That will be me to the aliens.
Thank you Blair. As always.