Depends on which rabbit hole swallows up our future.
I'm sure the rabbit hole we're already going down has optional ways of branching out.

Aptly put.

Dang, BobCat, (once I had a Mercury Bobcat hatchback), you just jogged a memory of a spoof in a National Lampoon I bought during the Seventies.
In a comic book form, gruesome fun was being made of those old violent Warner Brothers cartoons of the Forties and the Fifties.
In this version, if a cartoon character was handed a stick of dynamite, he was not blackened by the blast with a perturbed look on his face.
Instead, gore and body parts flew all over the place. At one point a cat scratched another character's eyes out while crying, "The eyes have it!"