[TheOldLady]

Oh, come on Deo. There isn't really much left when The Man Himself ZOTs someone.

Anyway, I've been right with you mopping up.

That's me over there, the wild-eyed, fat zaftig, bent-over old lady with the thinning, almost-all-gray, frizzy hair, talking to herself and shoveling troll guts and ashes into black plastic bags.

I'm surprised that you didn't recognize me. [sniffle]

[DeoVindiceSicSemperTyrannis]

Heh heh. Lol. :-)