It never fails to amuse me how people can see written text and attach an emotion to it. What if the moment before I wrote that I had to see my dog being hit by a semi-truck out in the street? There I was, tears streaming down my face. My soul wracked with unimaginable pain from losing my best friend since '93. Doing my best to compose myself, I typed a reply for Asmor in an attempt to educate the poor ignorant C3PO-laden warrior. And what do I get for my efforts? A judgement? A label? A scarlet-freakin' letter?! Thank you so much, Asmor. When I'm burying Mephisto, I'm sure to remember your well-thought-out assessment of who I am as a human being.