I, the Guru of nothing, sit on my hill of beans.

"Oh, great master, I have come to learn from you. What shall you depart to me?"

Nothing.

"Umm. What will this cost me?"

More nothing than you have ever realized.

"That much?"

Well, you don't expect to get nothing for nothing, do you?

(I love you, Clem. Hope all is well on your side of nothing. There's a song here, nothing between us now... Oh, wait- aint no mountain high enough... Who would of thought, love is nothing. It's the same currency of our nothing in which we print our paper...)