[Chairman of the Bard]

Hey, if we could get the internal combustion engine to run on all the snake oil Algore’s sold, combined with filling our tires with the hot air he expels, we wouldn’t need to drill at all!

[BobS]

Whenever Algore blows in someplace, cold and crappy weather followed him. God is having fun with Algore. Don't deny God his due.

I want God to be in a good mood with me:)