Ten years

The phone rings. You pick it up, and you hear this:

It's been 10 years.

10 years of terror. 10 years of Adobe being a scummy bastard again. 10 years of stupid stories.

And it all comes to an end. With one more nail to the coffin...

Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down!

And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there,

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror.

If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air!"

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!"

I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

*the phone hangs up*

And then you ask,

BUT WHO WAS PHONE?!??!

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