*Suddenly,a whole heap of different voices are mixed up together,like a crowded Manhattan mall.Eventually,they start clearing out,one by one,until only one,very,very familiar,remains.
"'Ello,forest Motha...I be waitin...I be listenin...I be at ya service."
Then,there is silence and anticipation.*
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.