I've officially asked #2 (upon whom may light shine) for a meeting to "discuss possibilities."
There are no words sufficient to describe my terror. Suffice it that, to cobble a lin from Sylvia Plath, I have been to the bottom, seen its roots, and I am not afraid.
Well, not too much, anyway...
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Here's hoping that #2 provides satisfaction -- and promptly, at that.
Otherwise, let the whole world know that "#2" is a doubly-appropriate name for the knave.
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