"I would like you to draw a surly looking wizard astride a blue chaise lounge. He should be wielding a taco—magical—in one hand and a wizened weasel—non-magical—in the other. He is beset by a hobo ninja with scoliosis, but a positive outlook on life, and a surprisingly vindictive pumpkin pie. I look on from atop a nearby grassy hill. I sit beneath a solitary, leafless tree wearing a suit of armor made entirely of rubber ducks. In one hand, I hold the fate of the planet, the other hand is idle but interested."