Do you really admit you believe this Q stuff?
Not only do I admit it, but I vociferously admit it and scream it from the mountain top. I will not rest until every man woman and child believes. Until even hardheads like you believe, wee one.
I take you up as a lamb in my arms, though you know not what is best. I will succor you and provide thee comfort. And you will know the truth.
Thank me later.