S'just not a good day until you defeat the Lovecraftian God of Fear, yeah? My dreams are at least twenty kinds of fucked, but I can't say I don't stumble into my fill of adventure, I suppose.
In vast tonal change: thank fuck all that volcano mess is over with, I'm tired of persuading Q to be the only one to give Chas baths. Even I run out of excuses after a week.