LEJ chisels at ice sculpture, still pondering how Mbo could have accidentally stabbed himself in BOTH knees. Another of the Mudcat's many conundrums, he decides. The ice shards are bursting into the hot air like a crystal geyser all around him, throwing a rainbow across the friends gathered on the patio. He pauses for a moment in contemplation, takes a bite of his Chocolate Hefalump, makes a final smoothing cut on the sculpture with his Trader Vic's swizzle stick, then stands back.

Voila! It is finished! Now, where's that nude Twister Competition? Here, hand me that bottle of Wesson Oil!