*feigns indignation* Hey now. My doctor tells me I'm remarkably well preserved for my age and experience. *smiles warmly (and cannot help it if his gaze drops to his hands or moves over the faint scars on your face)* Though I'm told I could stand to gain a pound or two so... *holds up a large forkful of cake before it disappears into his mouth* *swallowing* If I ever do go deaf, just off me. Seriously. *(seriously)* Don't look so eager, Nico.
Pete with his theory about the bed of cucumber slices, or the accountants and their bingo-allowance flip-chart
*sets down his fork and folds his hands on the tabletop, all businesslike* So tell me. Has anyone done any actual work around here lately? Because I'm not sure The Jar is big enough for all of you. *dryly* Good work on the network logo, though; I'm impressed.