Sinsull, Underhill, wimps, both of you. These low-down, pyjama-wearing, pillpopping pseuds need some pulling into line. Let me teach you a thing or severn about hospital ways. Where's my man from Radiology when I need him? He can see through the smartest charades, right through to the bones, apart from racking off with that InterVenus DeMilo - who looks suspiciously like LtS.

Let me get my hands on that burnt piece of seafood and take him to the dissection room. Whether its a message or massage, there'll be messes. I do them both the Chinese way - whispers, and chops. A little pummeling'll bring these wimps, all of them, back to reality.

.... MY reality....

heh heh heh .........

N.R.