Thank you, one, Gargoyle and all. I have suffered a condensed year of Catatonic rage this week, as the biscuit cookie thing has melted on my box, so now I'm on the boss's. That's why you haven't heard from me.

Wurkman, dear brother, she ain't gonna happen, I'm afraid, mate.

Liz, what are you like as a foredeck hand? Position vacant!

Solstice greetings, everyone.

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