As you can see, many of the denizens of the Citadel may yet lead productive lives, if properly medicated. You, too, may eventually become a merry, merry part of this band of stalwarts! I assure you that the nice muscular men in the clean white coats are here to help.
- Wulfhere, hearer of Wolves
P.S.: Strolen, you should know by now that you have to get off at the 40th layer (The Nethermost Pit of Gloom and Despair) and transfer to the express elevator down from that point! It's the one marked "DO NOT USE: WE MEAN IT!"
Also, Zeus is neveer going to get that thing fixed until he gets his problems with the union straightened out. In the meantime, Shadoweagle is going to have to make do like the rest of us, with a cub scout banging on a garbage can and blinking a flashlight dramatically.
Hey, where did that kid go? He's not chasing the brownies again, is he?