text: Well, you know, gospel, Pac-Mans the same way, you roll ’round the hood and you eat up all the ghosts.
  Oh, right.
  From the past.
  Is that what he was doing, really, essentially?
  Thats right, yeah.
  He teleported me a note.  That said to you, that said, uh, Know thy self, and be they self, by yourself, on shelf.
  Wow , that man is, hes profound.
  You notice he never ate his Cornish pasty? He never even had a bite out of it. What does that tell you?
  He-he know stranger danger. When he see, and he know the pasty can be nasty, he—