Watch the skies tomorrow, people. Look for the signs. It would be a good day to stock up on dried goods and ammo and lock yourselves in your basements/fallout shelters.
Because tomorrow, two of the most awkward, clumsy, and dangerous people in the known universe will meet... for lunch!!!!
Who knows what terrible fate will befall them. Who knows what disasters will occur. The universe might implode. It may rain toads. We may get ketchup in our eyes.
Yes, tomorrow marks the meeting of myself and A Lover and A Fighter. Mrs. TK will be there to witness, and perhaps clean up/put out any accidental fires.
Don't say you weren't warned.