Can't you just accept that magnets work and leave it at that?
Alms for the poor. Flesh for T-Rex. Alms for the poor. Flesh for T-Rex... Look out! Move along now. There's nothing to see...Yay...Go Rex! Dear Loard, please don't let it eat us...
All right, all right... you're not fat, you're just big-boned. Will you please come back down now? I believe that branch is about to snap.
And that winds up my four-hour discussion on entropy. Next week's sermon will be split between the second lay of thermodynamics and my favorite: electricity.
Who's your saviour? Who's your saviour? Sniff you are.
It's a miracle! That a Middle-Eastern Jewish man looks so Caucasian.