Every time I am about to say something hilariously stupid, right before that I plan to say in sage, orphic tones, “Time for some game theory.”

The problem is knowing that you are going to say something hilariously stupid.

Ok, time for some game theory: if you invalidate the Chuch-Turing hypothesis, then one can calculate in advance all possible configurations of dumbassery in one’s world line, and then when a DA configuration approaches, one can unleash “time for some game theory.”

I game theoried all of that, fuck yeah!