I mean this in all sincerity. I am as sincere as can be. Hot little whiteheads of sincerity are popping out all over my forehead. I fall to my knees. I beseech. My hair stands on end. My eyes expand. I run off the cliff, legs pumping. My sincerity keeps me airborne. Elsewhere, a large can of pumpkin pie filling sits in the darkness. I think, now that's sincerity. Down I go.