347.
zombifiers: [talks at length about the world ending via a meteor or black hole] ...and now I'm scared.
pianotheme: Don't be scared. Breathe. You know what'll save us? Desmond. In bike shorts. Riding a unicorn.
zombifiers: wat
pianotheme: He will ride the unicorn into the stratosphere, punch the black hole out of our galaxy and wrangle the meteor to circle our planet. That's where the unicorns will breed.
zombifiers: It's like a non-stop unicorn fuckfest up there.
pianotheme: Don't you know? That's how stars are made! Stars are made by unicorns fucking.
pianotheme: Don't be scared. Breathe. You know what'll save us? Desmond. In bike shorts. Riding a unicorn.
zombifiers: wat
pianotheme: He will ride the unicorn into the stratosphere, punch the black hole out of our galaxy and wrangle the meteor to circle our planet. That's where the unicorns will breed.
zombifiers: It's like a non-stop unicorn fuckfest up there.
pianotheme: Don't you know? That's how stars are made! Stars are made by unicorns fucking.