[CookieDough4000]

Every once in a while, there comes a time. Not tea time. Not bed time. Not play time. These times come, yes, and they go. But these are not the times of which I speak. Can you hear me? Can anybody hear me?

These are the times that try men's souls. A time to reap, and a time to sow. A time to hate, a time to love. And now, a time. A time to stand up. A time to check our watches, take out the trash, and sort out the problems we've been ignoring.

We've let time slip away. We've let it go past without pause for thought. Have any of you thought? Have any of you thought of anything recently?

Millions dead. Threads deleted. Depleted sources of energy. Synergy breaking down in the workplace. Clockfaces gone.

CAN ANY OF YOU PUNKS HEAR ME? DO YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE? DO YOU THINK WE HAVE TIME TO WASTE?

I'm offering you a chance. Stand with me. Stand with each other. Don't back down. Don't surrender.

Don't forget. This is your time.