I'm enjoying the reading in Contagious, as always. Things are setting up for Ye Ending O' Doom(tm) when I heard about Continental Flight 2961 from Detroit to Bangor. I bow my head in shame for bringing this up, but it's said like Bang Gore, not Banger. That way, you don't have to get a few Brewer(s) before you need to Bangor. ... Because of that thing I just mentioned. Yep, this is me at 4 AM with a thought stuck in my head.
As punishment for causing doubt upon Count Sigula, I shall take a Penance of an afternoon of Batheing Baby McButters and 50 Hey Everybody!s. (Like Hail Marys, but corrupted by The Hutchins (Sayeth Not His Name). With my confession proclaimed and my penance begun, I shall slink back into the shadows. Note to self: replace light bulbs. Shadows becoming tripping haz-GAH! damnit. *limps away*