That's it! I'm tired of not getting the respect I so dearly deserve! It's clear no one here values my obviously superior opinions! Clearly each of you can't appreciate what I do for each of you! As such I'm taking my ball and going home until tomorrow. At which time I'll reconsider my decision-if, and only if each of you submits to my reasonable list of demands:

• Thengel or Clash will immediately install a wet bar. Happy Hour will be every day from 3 until 5. But after five it's disco baby.
• I desire macrame art.
• Uhmmm.....I'll have more. I swear it. Until then I expect each of you to eagerly hang on my every word!

So this it. So long you sorry bastards! You'll miss me when I'm gone. You'll understand then just what it is I do for you.

Oh and can some one turn that light off? Thanks. It was bothering me. But seriously, now I'm gone. This it. Quits. Kaput. Finito! Fin! The End. Signing Off. Maybe forever. Good Bye cruel world. It's been a great ride, except when you haven't been recognizing how cool and special I really am. That sucked. A lot. Where was I? Oh you're all still here?




Huh.

Uhmmmmm. Okay then. I guess this it then. So long, and thanks for nothing!

That's already been installed. You just didn't get a key.



How does it feel to want?



Could we hang that Scratch fellow instead?

-clash

Yeah, it is only for old men. Clash let me in because I am nearly of age, promised to serve the drinks and I can play the ukulele. What are you bringing to the party?

You can't quit; you're fired.

It's clear that you're not taking this seriously! As such I am extending my hiatus by another 24 hours. We'll see how you like that!

Until all men are equal, and some men are more equal than equal! Revolution!

God created man. It was Colonel Colt that made them equal.