Too late! Many moons have passed since I've ventured out of the cove of all despair with hyper bed-sores so diabolical, you can peel them right off with your fingers. First sight of sunlight, and I broke wind, tearing the spacely fabric of time. A smeltering hole remains on the yard where I was too good to go number one, and I guess it's not true what they say, the grass isn't always greener on the other side, more like BLOOD RED...with some brown in it, but mostly RED! My voyage has began, I shall sail the galaxies searching for the one they call tweed, and devour as many babies, and candy, as possible.