WEll, well, if that ain't an inneresting DEEvelopment. Indeed.

Rapparree, you know perfectly well you had no call for calling out in any case, and if you weren't a two-bit ground-crawling aidewinder, you'd admit it like a gennulman. But your mother was no gennulman, anyway.

But even more inneresting is that fine list of questions and the inteleckshual sweat you poured into crafting them, an admirable job done for regrettably unjustifiable purposes. And more so, that this fine and upstanding dude in town, fresh off the stage, should up and pop out all the answers except 10 just like that blippety blip. I am most indebted to him for drawing fahr on my behalf.

Which leaves it to me to answer your Number 10. The stress forces on the Bucky Done are equal to the moral vectors supporting your rabid outburst of antagonism and braggadocio, multiplied by the natural logarithm of your inestimable brain-cell survival rate.

In sum, zero. And I know this because there is no such thing as a Bucky Done. And trick questions like that are really just a little beneath your dignity, sirrah, if such were indeed possible.

Warm regards,


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