You Don't Remember Me Do You? Burbank? '83? Yeahhh! Good To See You! How's The Wife? Ohhh, Sorry To Hear That. Remarried? No. Yeah, Such A Trap Right?
"... And after one-thousand-and-one years of anguish, the Harrier Of TRUTH finally sinks its obsidian talons into the flesh and marrow of the sexually sated Fuck-Titan, and things begin to begin again Mr. Finnegan, the slender ovipositor having posited something rather sinister."