bobby, neither brown nor a nicker

                                                                                       I think I’m going to die

What will you do if the people you knew
Were the plastic that melted
And the chromium too?

Imagine for a moment what those who aren't part of this fandom must be thinking. On Tuesdays we eat pig-in-a-poke with extra bacon and die, on Wednesdays we avoid parking lots alone, on Thursdays we're Teddy Bear Doctors, we believe that angels can wear trench coats and that the apocalypse already went down, and now we all have this sick obsession with acquiring rubber ducks to send to Canada.