Oh Stuart! Your bags of coal will soon make diamonds, With grinding teeth and eyes to cleave the highlands, A field of ponies gallops through your core,
The man assembles a team to build a contraption that will fire him through the rainbow in a perfect arc, landing him in the elixir on the other side. He spends forty years of his life building...
I tell her that love is like osmosis. She laughs and puts on her make up. I tell her about semi-permeable membranes, and she throws her face back in glee.