"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
Oh hell. What ARE we going to do about this situation? Something has to be done. I don't want to shut down Mac or nomo but I also don't want to get in the middle of them because I might not be objective where nomo is concerned. He gets on my last nerve.