Ok, I give up. It's a terrible lie that I can no longer uphold. I see the pain on my Moose's face and I crumble. I see the promiscuous prostitutes of KMC hitting on him not three seconds after my admission. It makes me sooo mad. For future reference, I am not Preston aka Tired Hiker. I am Kerry aka English Moosette formally known as Syren. The End. PS: If I see any more touching of my Moose I'll be enraged, and you'll be sorry. Capisce?