Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it riding the gravy train.

I am not one to take unnecessary eloquence lightly, but seriously, what the hell? I ask you again, what the hell? Have I and the rest of the world suddenly been transported to an alternate reality, where all sensibility and honesty is simply thrown out the window, along with unbiased journalism? Does integrity and trust mean nothing to these... people? I am, quite frankly, utterly disgusted.

Here are Penny Arcade's thoughts.

Ein! Zwei! Drei! Hammer!
Ooooh, you cannot reach me now.
Ooooh, no matter how you try.
Goodbye cruel world, it's over,
Walk on by.