Are you the katydid whispered in the thousand and second night? Surely your Homer was never a nineties mission accomplished carrier flight. What certitude you wish to carry! In that briefest narrator's case, shells from peanut M&Ms that you peeled to get centre right. Toxico Politicarrion, you'll be right at home in a state with crap architecture and a petri fish one germaphone call away. Mr. Samuel, what umbridge could you hold over my head until the twain shall sleet? I'm certain that your fake philoshod shoes will plot a demise worthy of that candlewick sucker (wort be the name) who, the original Girardian, sacrificed all but himself on the liberty library altar.