Oh, I know you ain't talkin' to me, CRAY. JK Jk, the second I read the song title ("BTFU") I - just in case - immediately began sprinting backwards, collided against a wall, scaled wall, then punctured through the ceiling, and now I'm somehow floating through the troposphere. That is a dedicated "back up" with "yoloswag fuck it" determination, amirite? So can I just come back now? Honestly though, can we be friends? My parents tell me I'm handsome, plus, I don't know what to do with this black Amex card all by myself. I stole it but whatever.