RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RESOURCE Your Eminence:
Again you grace us with your Devine spirit. Your flowing robes of knowledge glow like gold upon us minions spinning a gold dust spider web of glorious adorable information.
If I might be so bold Your Highness, as the hands of your golden watch slice through time like a knife through butter I swear upon the effigy that I have created of you in my humble home that yes because of your good grace, CD will go to the moon on a rocket built of silver and gold.