To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.

an oven-ready chicken

Energy has seldom been found where we need it when we want it. Ancient nomads, wishing to ward off the evening chill and enjoy a meal around a campfire, had to collect wood and then spend time and effort coaxing the heat of friction out from between sticks to kindle a flame.

“Unless what's happening here is that we're getting ratfucked ourselves.”