And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at dead of night. Said he’d seen my enemy. Said he looked just like me.
Oh dear, you look so lost.
Jack: Hey, you know what sucks?
Lindsey: vacuums
Jack: Hey, you know what sucks in a metaphorical sense?
Lindsey: black holes
Jack: Hey, you know what just isn’t cool?
Lindsey: lava?