I have to put on my thinking-Capella to come up with a good comeback here. Otherwise, you might just rip out my fragile ego and Castor to the wind. I’ll have to be as stealthy as a Wolf 359 in sheep’s clothing. I could get poetic on yer ass, but I’d rather get Procyon you.
– tracer, who is still trying to think up a pun for BD +5°1668.