Greetings, my valuable and obviously quite intelligent fans! I come bearing a message of hope and solitude! Of a maddening glory that strives to bind and stay bound to the side of the rocketship that flies merrily along, straight into the heart of the good things to come! As usual, we come bearing gifts, but are they gifts as much as they are hollow, self-agrandizing platitudes intended to baffle and obsfucate the truth behind it all; that here at Fu HQ, we have no idea what the hell is going on, and care even less?! YES! For truth in advertising is the exact same thing as pandering to the base impulse, the lowest common denominator, and the wreck-ed ruler and undisputed rasberry ice cool-er! Get on thy machines and ride, my beloved Children of the Corn, RIDE!! And then? Upon reaching thy destination? To bed my good people, to BED! For tomorrow we rise to sally forth and put the infidel to the sword! Yes! So! To sleep then, that on the morrow we might rise up to do battle! Yes! Some of you, of course, shall climb the hallowed walls and thereby rest forevermore in the Halls of Valhalla, yes, for some are destined to not return and enjoy the heavenly feast, to masticate upon the gloriuious, sumptuous banquet prepared to herald and anounce to one and all the wondrous spoils of victory, but thats no reason to NOT get a good nights sleep, so again my good people, I beseech thee...now it is come time to fall into bed, and therein sleep the dreamless peace of the infantile and chosen! To BED good folk, BED!!!