i stumbled down the harbor to the tavern on the square and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang from some foul inebriates the men i used to call my mates were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:
"hey, hi, yo, ho o'er the atlantic we go drinking 'til we all get sick and comin' up with limericks but we never quite remember how they end" ♫
i have a bug report for cookie clicker, that seems to be persistent throughout versions. the kitten specialists description says "optimizing" and not "optimeowzing"