its time for the breakdance flipside unquenchable thirst strike to flare out on the town. could you even imagine the spin on things, when you take a hop in the air, and the world scratches on cue with the eternity beat to remind you that tears serve their purpose and give little ants a sip of emotion besides "oh hey, are you red? Where's the food at? Watch out! The foot! It's coming! ahhh!..."
When all of a sudden they ponder the meaning of ketchup and the black hole foundation for evolution on a monday afternoon in the galaxy, you'll be wondering.
Although steady communication with the ant life surrounding isn't exactly top notch as of yet.