/me seconds - no, thirds - the sentiment about chapter 75. Carol, if I were your secret Santa, I'd get a whip for you - I'm sure you know how to handle it.
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The funny thing is, I never figured I'd be someone who'd ask for more after this sort of torture. Well, actually I'm not *asking* for more, I'm screaming for more. Making sense?

The only known quantity that moves faster than
light is the office grapevine. (from Nan's fabulous Home series)