I'm throwing it down, Johnston. Dancing In My Socks Guy is great and all, but I'm back and I'm gonna wipe the floor with your characters, this arc, and this strip. Starting tomorrow there will be a barrage of Fair-Use-Protected snark such as that of which the ancients once told and bards of olde once sang. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil because I'm the meanest son-of-a-bitch in the valley. I can guess what f*ckery you're going to make of this and while I cannot stop you, I -- along with Katje -- can provide an alternate universe for those who seek shelter from your FOOBery.