Congratulations, you have reached Q2. Can you imagine? It's 2025, robots are writing poems, and your phonographic pocket calculator teleports you to Planet Dyne at the tap of a glossy surface. Welcome back home, fellow dyne.
Don't doubt it: we've been here before, fellow dyne. And we fixed it. We might get here again, and we'll repeat. It's OK to have low bats. And Dogs know the draining is happening out there. But to dyne is to fix: challenge accepted!
A giant DDoS attack on happiness has been launched. This is stirring up a lot of concern around the galaxy. Dynes from everywhere are organizing defenses.
Fun is scarce! Let it free, you are not the enemy. Dyne Your Negative Energy! Nobody knows how long's the run. Jah bless it ain't the end, fellow dyne.
