The saddest thing is where you can play a game. I call it the hansel and gretel game. In a busy town, follow the discarded Wacktower and Asleeps! flapping away on the floor, in rubbish bins etc. Eventually you will find your Dub, with a happy kingdumb smile and an empty bag. At least in about 10 years time, when magazines are a thing of the past and we've all got ipads and tablets, Dubs will be hanging around with a memory stick offering to 'juice you up' with creamy rich spiritual goodness.
The trees will be gone, and so will the oxygen, but at least we'll have kingdumb truth.