I do believe my schtick was stolen. Amusing backread is amusing. Fare thee well, Random Brethren. Ye are my kin, and as such, ye all deserve ye olde slumber. The type of slumber that is wrought as metal ore, crusted in something akin to dirt. It's buried deep in your subconscious, and it's dark in the way that makes your conscious mind's skin crawl. But when you dream it, it's succor unfathomable.
Off to dream about maids, hopefully! Toodle loo~ <3