Off for a bit

As my services are required in Greece for the next several days, I will be leaving the mansion at Ridiculous O'clock tomorrow morning. Should the lack of my glorious presence become unbearable, email will provide a poor substitute.

Kyle, don't lose any more bodyparts. Jay, keep the sharp objects away from Kyle. Forge, try not to do anything stupid. (A futile hope, I know.)

Ah, right. Kyle, the electronic company has pledged its paternal maiden aunt that your birthday present will be arriving tomorrow, so try to contain your shock when you're called down to sign for a bloody huge package. Tardy buggers.


Now, packing.