Thanks for being in my life in the way you are, you dirty prankster you. Miss you tons, but always have your words around to shoot lasers through my skull whenever I need a reminder of how wacky and beautiful the universe is. I am who I am thanks to you, ol Mordecai the Foul, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I'll keep that lasagna flying as long as possible, and pass on the levitating pasta to as many others as my weird meat suit allows for. Hail Eris!