Damn! I forgot to review again didn't I?
Could've sworn I did. I distinctly remember composing something that ran a bit like this:
Smirky.
IhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyou!!!!
@#$%^&*?!
But in a good way! laugh
I think I ruptured a brain cell screaming at Clark to blurt it out. My sis had to come in and ask whether there was any particular reason other than sheer insanity that I was yelling at the monitor for five minutes.
So....
*Hands over a series of sharp, whirring instruments*
Feel free to torture us some more.
UPDATE SOON!
dance wildguy

“Is he dead, Lois?”

“No! But I was really mad and I wanted to kick him between the legs and pull his nose off and put out his eyes with a freshly sharpened pencil and disembowel him with a dull letter opener and strangle him with his own intestines but I stopped myself just in time!”
- Further Down The Road by Terry Leatherwood.