Well, this was fun, kids. I’d say, “Let’s never do it again,” but since I know we will, schedule it when I’m out of town trying to purge my memory of this place in a Buddhist monastery, OK?
The season come again for winter’s tales, I tell you one which my nurse told to me As watched I warily the swirling snows. “I’ll raise one up,” she swore, “of ghosts by night…”