I come from a place where no one goes. I am the High priest of the Kleekloklix Clan, a very very very important and very very very secret society in the strange and hostile lands of inverted reality.

We worship the holy beep, the binary message that on the day of the great divide will be mumbled to us all by the drunken prophet. The scriptures say that on that jolly day a gondola draped in fluffy leopard skins will black out the sun! But there will be no darkness, on that day the world will ****** in the light of octahedral luminosity!

And the infidels (who are all stupid and wear silly clothing) will tremble!