Wearing a shepherd's crown amidst clutter's last stand, poor Mom was nearly flushed off the page by the inattention of Others Who Shall Remain Nameless.

Fortunately, I came by and rectified the situation because I am a rectifier. Mom is sleeping it off, so be very quiet and Amos, stop playing that 'rhan like you knew what you were doing. gnu, put up that air guitar; Mom will find it too noisy.