When The Hundred Acre Wood is ashes, you have my permission to pop fly.

s̢̼̹̮̮͖̠̝͉̥̬̹̳̮͓̿̓͋ͬͭͮ̆ͤ̇͝ͅi̧͈̹̲̼̲̥̗̱̣͇̖͇̬̲̞͍͓̹͆͂̉̐ͯͧ̄͌ͩͧͪ̀l̸̴̨͎̻̬͚̩̎́̆̄͟l̡̢̳̺̼̯͈͚ͯ̂̋͒͞ẙ̷̧̠̯͈͇̭̪̘̟̣̫̻̘ͮ̈́̒͊ͬ̍ͭͨ̈͌ͭ̀́̚͘ ̧̬͚̪̻̩̪͎̤̬̬̟̳̒ͥ͋ͤ̂ͭ̀ͭ̃̾̊̾̋ͤ̇̀̚͝ǫ̴̸̞̫͕̭͇͒͗̈́̎̂̄̑̐ͣ͌̾ͥͤ̔̇͐͜͠ļ̴̸̪͔̯͉̀̌̆̈̆ͫͮ̂ͯ̐ͯ̓͒̉̄͞d͛̄͑̎̊ͦ̊́҉͔̠̼̮̥̫̺̤̜̳͍̳̕ͅ ̇̋̆̍̓͒ͯ̈ͪ̉̏̓̀͒́̃̌̚͡͏̗͕̪͖̝͙̱̟͇̣̳̪̩͇̀̀͞ͅb̧̡̛͙̲̳̠̳͓̜̜͉̰̝͈̞̦͚̹̥͇͐̎͒ͣ͛̽̇ͧͬͦ̐ͦ́ͦ̈ͥ̚͘ë̱̼̯̣̺̳́ͬ̋̓͋̆̀͠aͣ̓̅̀̑̐̓̅́͡҉̦͉̖̝̟̫̲͔̝̗̙̤̝̺͙͚ŕ̂̀̔͊̋͛̇̿̆̄̓̐̆̏̊͛͏̕҉̶̯̲̳͖̟͖̗̮͈̰͙̟̝̞̺̺̭̩͘ͅ