kenkantor: Aspirational.
kenkantor: And you kids get off my lawn.
kenkantor: Of course you can go back again, but there's a toll.
kenkantor: Well? I'm still waiting.
kenkantor: Not all that glitters is not gold.
kenkantor: The Kingdom of Mathematics.
kenkantor: The eleventh hour of the seventh son.
kenkantor: Time to head home.