Oh, bugger. I had read that last, uncharacteristically brief post addressed to me, before I noticed who it was from.

So, for the last time, Lox ~~

I wasn't talking to you. So just butt out, Prodnose. {I was working last night, reviewing a good production of Much Ado About Nothing: I am reminded of the line "I wonder you will still be talking, Signor Benedick; nobody marks you".}

And that, M Le Saumon Fumé, or whatever name you like to be known by, you captious, pretentious, pernickety little snob, is positively the last word you get from me. So go back to zzzzzzz: best place for you, you preternaturally unpleasant apology for an organism and gross grotesque waste of space, you.