A white compact car, an orange garbage truck, and a large multi-colored delivery van.

An animal, a vegetable and a mineral.

Bill Gates, the Pope and Bob Barker.

The Shadow says, go fuck yourself.

It’s a Shadow, what were you expecting, good advice?

It is not a question of anything, the Shadow says.

It is a  question of stripping naked, the Shadow says. Stripping naked out in the desert while a hot wind blows. Stripping naked in your back yard while the neighbors call the cops or post videos to Youtube.

It is not a question of getting more shit and gadgets.

Shit and gadgets. Shit and gadgets. Shit and gadgets.

Says the Shadow.

Welcome to the 21st century, the century of shit and gadgets.

Shit and gadgets will set you free.

I may be drunk, madam, but tomorrow I shall be sober and you’ll still be shit and gadgets.

Shit and gadgets. Ask not what your country can do for you, ask for shit and gadgets.

I have a dream of shit and gadgets.

Shit and gadgets.

Four score and twenty years ago, our forefathers had shit, but no gadgets yet.

The quick brown fox jumped over shit and gadgets.

I kid you not, the Shadow says.

Now, come out, little spider. Wherever you are.