I dream of Yogis in the night sky, his fluffy bums fluffier than any cloud can be.

A claw machine full of Yogis. Why have one when you can have them all?

In the darkest of nights, I hear a thousand Yogis crying out to the blackened moon.

There is only one Yogi, he is one with the universe and one with you.

The gradual ascension of Yogis to the highest form of enlightenment - Truth.