There it is, the Unclimbable Mountain of Unclimbableness.
You know what I hate about the Unclimbable Mountain of Unclimbableness? Just to get there, you have to cross the Uncrossable River of Uncrossableness.
Who named all these things?
That guy over there, the Redundant Scribe of Redundantness.
Hi, there, greetings, howdy and salutations.