Thanks fir the encouraging words, mg.

(Bobert's head sinks low into his hands as the bobert forehead turns into ripple after ripple, like waves at the sea shore.)

I was hopin' for a medication, the magic words, a spell but no, I get... ahhhh, deal with it, Bobert. It ain't gonna change. Hey, would someone either lie to me or shoot me....

(The bobert looks around the cluttered office, closes his eyes and thinks of a big ol' black metal filing cabinet. Ahhh, life is good...)

Geeze....

Bobert