Congratulations, everyone, on winning the battle against the White Witch! And thank you, fellow Fair Weather Friends, for your dedication and your-- sodding hell, I'm searching for a word, and the word means like... enthusiasm? Generosity of spirit? But with an intimation of killing things.
Anywho, it was a grand fight and I'm only sorry that I wasn't able to do more than I did, but I feel that smiting on a smaller scale was undoubtedly the smartest thing to do considering the ermmmm unpredictability of everything. Is everyone stitched up? Can I help with anything? Is the party happening yet in the pub? I'd like a party in the pub, I think.