The Sparky is sundowning, yet again.
We might be on his lawn...
Just 4 to 5 more hours, and the mumbling & fist-shaking at the clouds will blessedly cease, drowned in the sticky embrace of the Night Pudding.
Frack! You showed up! I’m glad you did.
But, you’re not really helping Frick out here. But, Frack, you could if you would just post the link Frick said he sent you — and which you said you received. You can do that, Frack; can’t you?
Just think of the coup that would be! You could sink ought-six and rescue Frick (well, you can’t rescue Frick because he’s been chum for the sharks for some time now, having gone under several days ago). But, you can rescue his legacy!
But, Frack, your failure to post the link (which, I don’t see how you could post it, since it doesn’t exist) would of course consign Frick to the digestive tracts of the smaller fish for eternity. Sic transit Frick. And, Frack, it would also show you as a liar.
So, Frack: Are you going to help Frick (or his legacy)? Or, if you prefer to abandon him (which might be a good idea, as he’s an anchor around your leg), at least save yourself.
We are waiting, Frack. Don’t delay! Time’s a-wasting!