Oh and btw after you finally got that hideous thang (a virtual reflection of your secret inner soul turned inside out) finally started and put it in reverse, it gernaded (from forty days and forty nights of degenerating antimatter into a black hole dimension,) like Mt Killamangero, ... and when the smoke finally cleared, after the fire trucks left, firemen shaking their heads in pity, and you dusted the incinerator ash off your singed Boris Brezhnev eye brows you saw me on what's left of your smoking big screen.....