ukulele skywalker was flying a tie-dyed fighter (a u.s. army hippie, seen more in modern times) through interstellar space
suddenly a bunch of qwerty-wings came on his tail! ukulele skywalker: “r3ptu, this doesn’t look good; can you tell me anything?” r3ptu: “wheet burt! prices are falling! head for the hills! give away your crypto and hide your head in the sand!” ukulele skywalker went to set up an offline system and rotate his pgp keys
