Oracle

"Speak to me, O Oracle!" Marty said (laughing into the phone). "Lay it on me - what crazy ass thing are you wondering about at this very moment? Speak the words aloud, man." Finn cleared his throat. "If I were Jeff Bezos, I would be studying necromancy right now. If he became a necromancer, he'd be able to triple the size of his delivery force, never pay them, and there’d be no sweat shop litigation, because there’s no resource burden attached to the raising and everybody would be glad to see everybody. It’d be game on at Amazon.” “Bright side inexorably found!” Marty yelled at the top of his lungs. “You NEVER. FAIL. ME.” “Happy to help; gotta stay optimistic,” Finn said, smiling. “Offerings for the service gratefully accepted.” “You got it,” Marty replied. “A box of instant mashed potatoes is already sitting outside of your apartment door.”