You’ll thank me when Hunter wins, that much I know.
When Hunter wins, there won’t be any need. With hell having frozen over, the ensuing ice creeping up through the ground will cause one heck of a flood. So, I’ll be swamped with cleaning that up, all the while, ducking to avoid flying pigs on top of that. I won’t even have time to thank you.
I’ll thank you now!...cause I am very very hopeful!