Actually, The Voice Said Have Fate

Many folks naively place too much trust in others.

Someone’s gonna make them breakfast and flush

the toilet when they change their towels. But

one day a log awaits in the bowl keeping

us separate from every nasty we may

have affected and suddenly all the

chickens that ever roosted here

are instinctively compelled to

return home. At this point

hoping things will turn out

better will not save us. Nope,

for this we’re gonna need hats.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Now, let us prey.