So I'm all kinds of cutting a rug. I'm all hips, handshakes and hugs. I'm all sorts of contortionist. Think fast so you don't slow me down. I make friends for the benefit then I'm double-crossed like a Capulet. I'm all for the Law Of Fives. I'm alive to be right eight of my nine lives but it doesn't have to be this way if you're willing to adjust accordingly. You must change to challenge me I am afraid to inform you. For your information it's my marginalia that makes this all untrue.
It doesn't have to be this way, just do everything that I say. Sing! Sing the Vaudeville Song! Come on! Sing it like a vaudevillian! Sing it up to the satellites then take it back to the not-so-brights. Take heart the subtle tease of a mind primed in 23's. You know I'm down for some Rochambeau for a shotgun seat to the Matter show but it doesn't have to be this way if you would just adjust already. You must choose your weapons wisely to wage war with my Fnords. It doesn't have to be this way if you tilt your windmills, bow your heads and prey on the weakest, tongue-in-cheekest of the nameless scientists or the lesser of two evils splitting atoms to even out the odds and ends.
All rights reversed for friends of Eris and her hints to insignificance. Do you know not to eat from the tree of gold apples in innocence? In a sense this is Discordiance.