What a merry lot. After all these strenuous months and years of stern travail, rolling the endless rock of Pure B.S. up the Mountain of Great Numbers, it is a delight to see reinforcements heave into view.

Carry on, men and women of the MOAB. You shall see the glory of 20K off your bow before this week is out. This I promise you. Trim them tight, and never mind the heel; let the spray blow where it will, we are bound for twenty K.

Mom.