Jed, you've done a baaaad thing. You've given Mick an excuse to head over to Elderly. The last time I asked him to check out an instrument for me, he returned home with three CD's and a fist full of sheet music. When Mrs. Lane laid him upside the head with a frying pan for spending the rent money on music, he whimpered that I'm the one who made him do it! I'm still afraid to get too near Wayland. Now, as close as you guys are, I'd think that you would be aware of the dangers involved, to both you and Mickus Maximus. Keep yer head down pal.

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