[glock rocks]

I know, huh.

Onyx, go to bed!

Grammie, it’s 0200 dark thirty here.

I’ll leave you in charge of all and any silly responses.
Carry on.

As you were.

[Brad’s Gramma]

COME BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Check your FRmail!

And then...nite, glock. Sleep well. Say hi to the chillens from me, OK?

:)