I know, a thread.
Finally.
Thank you, Captain Darks!
We have made a smooth transition to our new digs, and I even found my Kerblacht.
Sweet little thing [ouch! cut it out!] was hiding in wait for Lucas Prince of Darkness, but I stopped him in time. [I mean it! Behave.]
I brought the zombie deer. I didn’t want anything to happen at the butcher’s again this time. You know, when they wake up and eat the sales clerk?
Anyway, thank you for all your hard work. You’ve done a great job as usual.
Shall we pull that knew thread?
Or twill it unravel?
Wool it be butter to dye twice; or having dyed, to never dye again?