I'd make a few changes here and there, but I think the overall vibe you're sending through the space-time continuum, (via drunken scrawl on power ranger themed notebook paper ridden with scotch and repressed adolescent tear drop stains,) is a mutual feeling amongst most inebriated Portlandians toward those uppity future fucks.
Fuck 2113 and their computer powered tequila catheters!
Fuck 2113 and their computer powered tequila catheters!