Now what was THAT?
But anyway, if you read this (and you know who "you" is): Congratulations, Sherlock, for choosing the _sole_ pro-zombie in a barn of 50+ inhabitants as the target of the day. I'm certain this successful and painstakingly thought-thru strike will sweeten your bitter feelings, which you certainly have to endure after every lost chess match with Dan Quayle, for a long while to come.
Or was it coz I created an emotionally unsafe environment with my lecture on "Munch PKers first"? Then sorry, pal, just take a seat, grab a cookie and show us the part where the bad Spiderzed has touched you.
Either way, on this high note, I'm finally off to the mall, and later back on business as usual. I'm certain I can grab a revive on the go, so no worries about me, chaps.
If anything has been decided on my challenge proposal during my unexpected dirt-nap, you know how to contact me.