Under surveillence

Looking at our little black rabbit, and his relatively "blah"-ndiose expression, I figure, maybe it's not so bad not to know how we got "here." Maybe the Earth is God's way of saying, "Hey, you could just be floating out in nowhere, exploding, or selling magazine subscriptions to ferocious rottweilers with peptic ulcers. Now eat your goddamn zucchini."

What's up, Doc? comes to mind.