D: Welcome to Midland, the City of Snow.
S: It's actually only a town. You have to have a minimum population of 50,000 before it's considered a city.
D: *scowl* Fine. It's a town. I was merely making reference to the excessively large replica we have of the C.N. Tower, located in the center of Midland.
S: Isn't that the one that the midget parachuting team jumped from?
D: Yup.
S: As you can see, they did an amazing job of making it look so realistic. To give a better feeling of size, we laid on the ground to take this picture.
D: I'm numb with awe, and my bladder is full and weak.
S: All the way to the flags, you can notice the painstaking detail put into this project. A tip of the hat to these fine people, whoever they are.
D: ....Uhuh. You know, this has nothing at all, in the slightest, to do with anything else on this page, right?
S: Probably not. Or it makes more sense than the rest of it's going to.
D: Yay us!
S: Oh, look out there in Cyberland. More fragile minds have snapped like dry and brittle twigs.
D: Ki, Ki, Kira, Kira, the sun is shining, in my eyes. Ki, Ki, Kira, Kira...
S: This man was found wandering around for 5 months in the Arctic Tundra. He was brought home and fed nothing but wax beans and papaya juice.
D: Those'll be some hershey squirts. I'm going to get on my radiation suit.
S: Yessss...
D: The pain on his face looks exquisite. Almost euphoric.
S: To think, this man now owns a successful chain of Spork stores. Who knew the demand for sporks was that great.
D: Where's his other hand?
S: Look! It's Satan himself with the Paganistic ritual of D&D..... Oh. Wait.
D: It's like Kenny G, gone evil.
S: "Yah, I'm tired of playing yer jazz crap!"
D: Make the bad man go away. Or at least give him happy pills. You know, the little ones that are yellow and make me fly?
S: Uhhh ..uhhh ....message ....uhh ....uuhhhh ...someone ......pills ....uhhh ......called ......uhmmmm ....uhh .........ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......