Hello, Gaius, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while you were sleeping and the vision that I planted in your brain still remains.
It is the sound of Cylons.
In restless dreams you walked alone my seductive Cylon clone. Now they say that it is I to blame. I gave you access to the defense mainframe. Then my eyes were stabbed by a flash of atomic light. But I’m alright.
Pushed to the ground by Cylons.
And in the baseship light I saw ten thousand toasters, maybe more. Toasters talking without speaking. Toasters hearing without listening. Toasters getting horny! HORNY! EVERYWHERE!
But I’m not scared. I’ll sleep around with Cylons.
And the people bowed and prayed To producers Ron and Dave.
And the sign flashed out its warning that out journey is now ending. Just remember the words of the prophets are written on the Temple walls and Battlestar halls.