The delay on that is so far beyond beautiful... I can't even comprehend it. It's... it's like the scinitillating beauty of a millenium's worth of stars; some effervescent of light, some radiating energy, some dead, and the most truly gorgeous... that of the fading star that is so desperate to hold onto the power it could once claim as its own that it begs to be noticed by releasing a brightness that is somehow... somehow dark.

I mean... baseball and booty and stuff. Yeah, that sounds manly. G'day.

Hello Steam-child.