I have my own network
Flick? That was not my understanding. I was led to believe you were stockpiling the "material" until you had accumulated sufficient to build your own Snoopie-Doll out of it.
She could have the real thing, if she wanted
That you would then set about torturing said Snoopie-Doll with red-hot pokers is purely apocryphal at this stage
On second thoughts, the real thing is going into hiding
John Maynard Keynes Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone
Patternweaver's fiancé
Denice
KRO
*bowtieless*