MacCready, I don't know what you're on, but Double Decker Tacos ain't it. I see visions like that all the time. No big deal. One day I saw two male dogs getting it on and right after, Cutman called.
It happens. Stop blogging about your wet dreams of Sawyer (couldn't you at least dream about Sun?) and put something interesting up.
It's just coincidence.
So go ahead Cutman, get on the plane.