"Hmm Hmm, And what have we hear? Some sad,

"Hmm Hmm, And what have we hear? Some sad, washed up little sapling that tried to take the whole river instead of sticking to his puddle. And for that he almost drowned." She spat

straight up,catching the spit-droplet with her tongue.What was her game here?What did she want?"What is your game here?What do you want?"She was flexing her nose."I want to really

rock. Yeah.. I wanna Rock.. I want to Rock!" Twisted Sister argued.

"I am an Island." replied Paul Simon

Garfunkel gaped at Simon for a long moment before shutting his mouth and grabbing his hand. "Its okay," he said. "I love you even if you're a landmass."

"Dude!" Simon snipped, "I'm a bridge, not a landmass!" Garfunkel cocked his head to one side. "Aren't you also a rock, though? That could be considered a landmass."

Nesmith piped in, “I’m not your stepping stone.” Garfunkel turned to Simon, “Are stones better than a bridge over troubled waters?” Dylan murmered “Like a rolling stone.” Simon

José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar y Palacios swerved with "comet in a fallen galaxy" which left many in the gathering nonplussed. Nevertheless,

they found a way how to find that comet again.

They just had to call it by its name! Who could have known? All these years lost probing the cosmos for infrared, gravity waves, then a child saves the day by speaking one word.