I had a dream about you. You were guarding a bridge that I needed to cross. You asked if I had the proper paperwork, and I said I did, but I was just missing one signature. I said I couldn’t get it signed because I didn’t have a pen, I only had a sword. You didn’t show empathy, so I took my overly large and pointy non-writing utensil and cut off your head. You should have just let me pass, man.