text:  Well, if I sign it, will you renew your subscription? Yeah, if you promise not to keep throwing it on the roof. Well, my... If it isn't on the roof, it's in the rose bushes or in the mud. My eyesight isn't what it used to be, you know. Besides, it's hard to hit the porch from a horse. Now, come on. All we want to do is hold a few truths to be self-evident. You're sure it's not going to start a revolution or anything? Trust me. Okay, give it to me. You got a quill on you? Here you go.