I was fine right up until I read this line. The scent of sarcasm filled my nostrils like good old morning napalm, but the reference was just far enough over the horizon of my memory not to induce a full blown attack of PTSD--the S stands for sarcasm, of course. The taste of coffee swished, pleasantly, back and forth in my mouth. My eyes consumed the comedy and my mind was titillated by its strong-man sense of control. Then I read this line. Now the screen of my computer is punctuated with hot brown spray, and this kitchen is filled with laughter that reverberates from the walls like the screams of children. If you think that joke is dark, you should see the coffee stains I am currently cleaning out of this white tablecloth. Whether I love or hate you for it TwoSix, you have affected me...