I sit like this, here, in the office behind the comp, I work, and here without a knock, the condor settler enters. Girl manager: "We are cold, cold!" The editor replied: "What’s cold to you, I haven’t turned anything on yet! I don’t want to go: it’s always cold! It’s a subtle hint to warm you up, to wrap you up?"...and I’m sitting like that, here, in the office behind the comp, working and thinking, "Here, he, here, he’s the pickup of the 80th Level";)