To those of you who hate Neckromancer and wish him dead, here’s bad news: He’s not. Apparently, the thumbscrews (made of hard chocolate) don’t hurt much, and he had stored up too much body fat to make starvation fail. Well, in between gasps of strawberry-scented exhaled air, he asked me to fill in for his blog while he’s gone.
Jack the Nipper
(Just in case anyone reads this, he’s just busy on his thesis.)