… what you’ve said… reminds me of a song.

ahem

Find him, bind him,

Tie him to a pole and break

His fingers to splinters.

Drag him to a hole

Until he wakes up naked

Clawing at the ceiling of his grave.

Yo ho. Y’arr.

When things like this happen… I get a strange, nautical kind of jolly.

Who doesn’t like a good song?

Whats the point of keeping up the good fight… if you can’t have fun while doing it?

Ahahaha!