Liddle Harg, I find that utterly astonishing! I have been confronted in the physical world by people who have said the same thing about this steaming heap of cowpat. MOAB is taking on Beatles-like mystique it seems and King Khandu would be proud I'm sure. I have tried to re-read the entire thread but found I soon drifted into a sort of catatonic trance state. I remained in that condition so long, I awoke to discover a family of Ruby-throats had nested in my hair. They are vicious birds and fairly territorial and have successfully avoided the baseball bat, always zipping clear at the last millisecond leaving me with a cluster of lumps on my pore skullbone. I've decided to give up on the bat and will try spraying them with an industrial strenght insecticide instead and avoid further damage to myself.

Unfortunately I am unable to locate this code, or anything resembling sentient thought processes here but I am summat slow and now even more thick headed due to these pesky hummers.

Yerz,
Tweed
Focked Duck de Mizippi