What should I say? They provoked me. I had no other choise. Pulling that rabbit out of a hat, preposterous. they must be witches, I bet. worshiping the that Satellite of theirs, sacrificing baby carrots on an altar made from bongo sticks! Evil I say! So i had to stop them! but they were too fast. They must have singed me to a trance, because suddenly I was in a field of diamonds, with marsh mellow for a boat! I had to get out of there, but i was distracted by the flying submarine driven by a man dressed as a woman. Weird hobbies some blokes have, if you ask me.