It's me again. Just the last person I wanted to see. Or something. Work, work, work. That's all I do when I'm not doing anything else. It's just driving me up the wall. Or down the spicket. Maybe through the door, around the corner, over the river and through the woods to. . .yeah. This is written to no man. Or everyman. Jederman auf Deutsch, ob sie Deutsch sprechen. And yet they call be mad. Mad! What do they know. Nothig. Thank's for agreeing with me. I wasn't. Excuse me? Agreeing with you. I wasn't. Yes you were. No I won't. You already did! Says who? Says me! But I can't trust you. You don't agree with me. Yeas I do! No, you don't! Fine, I'm going. Your Funeral. Bloody Pirates!