 I am a hurricane, listen to yourself churn. World serves its own needs, dummies serve your own needs. Beat it off an ox, beat grunt, no strength. The ladder starts to clatter with fear, bite down, hike. Wire and a fire representing seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left to west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team, reporters baffle Trump, tethered crop, look at that, no claim, fine, yeah.