Oak Trees, Karl Marx, and the Country of Tootoot

Here comes my bowler hat. People are screaming and on fire as a star-sized article of clothing careens toward Earth. It is now blotting out the sun. It is dark. It is so dark. The dogs are now barking at the head-wear. The dogs are bark. The dogs are so bark. You knew this day would come, but you had no idea it would involve my bowler hat. Here it comes. Here comes my bowler hat.

What we have here is a fully functioning miniature refrigerator. You probably don't know what that means, so I'm going to explain it to you in German. Wenn Sie außerhalb der Wohnung betreten, werden Sie von der Brise aufgenommen und auf dem Land von Tootoot, die unter Wasser ist zu hinterlegen. Die Bürgerinnen und Bürger gibt es alle ertrinken, weil sie nicht unter Wasser atmen können. Sie weiß nicht, warum Tootoot nach wie vor eine hohe Rate der Einwanderung haben. Sie denken, dass ihr Essen ist schrecklich, und es ist, weil es buchstäblich nur Salzwasser in eine Schüssel geben. Warum gibt es ein Waschbär in der Badewanne? Niemand weiß es.

If you think about it we are all deaf in an infinite number of ears. The extra ears do not exist, and therefore you do not hear out of any of them.

Why are you here? Yes. Yes this is all that I need for your money payment plant. Steal back after only six more days and Canada will yield the appropriate amount of cancer patients. Will this turn into a diaper? Maybe. Or maybe you are looking through the wrong window. Look. Look through this window instead. There. Isn't that better? 

And now I am going to tell you everything you need to know about the Olken: That's not important right now.

Karl Marx and oak trees have very little in common with each other. For one thing their stances on economics are totally different. Trees invest in sunlight. Not businesses involving sunlight. Sunlight itself. They just kind of throw cash into the sky and hope the sun can catch it. Maybe one day, they whisper. Maybe one day. And that's why oak trees don't have any money. But at least they are not Karl Marx.

Incoming hand-grenade time.