I will not shut up until and unless you bribe me to do so, and you have yet to hit upon a bribe worthy of that. [ perfectly happy to have gotten an annoyed look, apparently, dave continues to cheerfully not shut the fuck up. ] For the record, I am acceptin' as bribes apple juice to absurd quantities, slumber parties, and mad science snackage. If you ever hit on like, the eternal Utopian blended snack, I mean. I will sell out for nothin' less than perfection, because I am clearly worth that. The doreoes did not live up to the hype. I mean, they technically did since we both knew it was gonna taste like ass, but still, there was a .001% chance that maybe they would not and yet that chance was not fully realized. Or even partly realized. Any at all realized.

[ then, because john probably would not like to create something that would need to be destroyed: ]

What about two bugs, then? To start with.