If you preach to McFing about the Great Alarm

You follow McFing into his home, nearly stumbling over debris unseen in the tall grass. McFing's living room floor is completly covered in loose hand written pages. The two of you crunch over them on the way to the couch. As McFing begins rolling a joint like a man who could do it in total darkness, like a man who has done this act a million times, you tell him about the Great Alarm. It has stolen your childhood, killed your car along with several cars and computers. It operates in the center of the universe and it's no good for anyone. The thing must be stopped, it must be taken down.