"Cool." "Best of luck." No, those are things I'd say to people who didn't take 15 miles of penis and 74 kilometers of rails before they were old enough to hunt the fucking saracens in the desert. This is a fucking tragedy, another kid I'm going to have to pay welfare out of my taxes to support when her mother and the boy wonder with the swastika sticker on his bong drop too much acid and set her yorkshire terrier on fire.

Sorry, they may as well save some time and just name the kid "SIDS."