Alright, mes amis and grand-petits and anyone else who was threatened with soap in th' mouth for the words "Kriff" or "Poodoo," are y'all still out there? Ah've felt nothing Force-wise, but y'all kinda quiet-like.
Ah'm still a bit soggy from the sprinking we've been getting and Ah'm aiming for Nevada with these here speeder bikes and mah 'Busa. ( Oh, Ah forgot! Petite Jania, you have an Earth-tech speeder waiting for yerself. Apologies!) If anyone wants to dry out a bit, bring something toothful or quenching and come find me.