It is the sound a guitar makes after six or seven generations of inbreeding.
By selling your guitar.
An algorithm.
Because seven ate nine.
A: You get your job and your wife back.
You get your job back, you get your wife back and you get your tractor back.
Convincing the sound to get into your van.
AN APPLE!**
Mad-at-gas-cars!
GERMany.
It's retarded.