I have decided to type whatever I want. I want a cheese cake. And I want it delivered to me on a Silver Platter by midgets. I would like for those midgets to be no taller than two feet, and I want them to feed me the cheese cake that they have made with their own tears. I want them to cry when I shove cheese cake down their throats. Because they will deserve that. They will like that. That is all I want. Thank you. Good day.