Alexander Grahm Bell sits fascinated, playing with Severn's cell phone, learning all the tricks, taking photos (but not as many as wincing devil. NOBODY takes more photos than wincing devil),texting and playing games, all the while muttering to himself, "Now why didn't I think of that?".....

Dasher, having consumed a blue pill in his cream puff and feeling no pain, decides to go flying and is now swooping around with the bats.....

Where are the Australians? Tonto, go find them!....

What IS in the stew at the moment? I lost track.....

Where's the Old Lady's whistling son with my Jasmine Tea?....

Sev is a little under the weather, he forgot to sign his name. . . --mudelf sneaks back into hiding in the recovery ward closet