Not only that, Spaw, but I'm gonna send you all my old underwear. You know, after awhile they get fried in the drier too many times and the elastic waistband starts to break down and they don't look so spiffy anymore. Well, I know a guy in your position doesn't care about little imperfections like that, so 85 old underwear are now on the way to you.

Too bad Rick got first dibs on the elixirs though. We coulda done a straight trade and then you wouldn't feel so beholden to me and all...

Maybe next time.

- LH