Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.
Klaus has been unfairly beating me since we met. It is not enjoyable. He said it was for my own good, but it's basically amounting to me making an observation on a bird that's picking up burning twigs for its nest or a car that's smoking and puttering around and then getting cuffed hard on the back of the head. He also promised he would help me find and perhaps fix Robert, but so far we've sat around doing nothing and making observations about birds and cars and the strength of old men.
I'll post again when we get to business, but I wanted to make sure everyone knew we weren't dead. Well, maybe Robert is, by this point. But I don't think so, and I wouldn't want him to be anyway.
Everett out.
