Hah. People.

But I suppose a goth chick at KFC would be just as funny.
"Is your crispy chicken as crisp as dead leaves swaying from the gallows of skeletal wooden claws hewn from their withered arms by jagged-fanged steel?" "Nah, but it's pretty damn crunchy." "I accept."

It's like that fog bank in that badly written movie. It runs against the wind. It resolves nothing, and in the end, you've probably wasted a lot of good peoples time.

Do you know who's cool? Larry Niven is cool that's what. Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex.