Confabulate with crystals, consult the cards, count the tea leaves, chart the stars. We'll expect some answers daily. Check with your accountant. Ask your mom. Written permission and a saving bond. We may end up leaving promptly. Forecast the weather, cask the ales, batten down the hatches, and furl the sails. This storm may overtake us quickly. Confide in your pastor, the pigs, your pimp. Weigh out all your options and pull the pin. I'm gonna take you fuckers with me!