We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms... And the impervious shelter beneath which it has prospered.
I think I might have ruptured something laughing so hard. There is a particularly priceless moment right near the end, where I swear the evil genius who put this together had a WEIRD AL moment with the polka beat.
It's even better than that awesome DISTURBED mash-up from a few years back:
You know what the funniest thing is about Taylor Swift trying to brush off people commenting about her inability to keep her legs closed? Her so-called "death glare":
I'm not joking about this when it comes to Taylor Swift