037 - The morning after...

Well, it's certainly a relief to have regained basic reading and writing comprehension. And yes, I know how to spell my damn name, alright? Let's not talk about that. Ever again.

Apologies to anybody I've beaten into a bloody pulp, insulted, stuffed into a locker, or made cry in the past week. Except for Solo. Can we all just pretend none of this happened?

Billy, er... I... that was not me, so there's nothing... Right. Never again.