It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her. Act like a dummy until you grind her.
I think it is good that books still exist, but they do make me sleepy.
If classical music is the state of the art, then the arts are in a sad state.
One and one is eleven.
Ram it up your poop chute.