So, as I was explaining to some friends last night, I've just returned from a much needed vacation in Uruguay, where the national pasttime involves saying the word "Uruguay," and then having the person whom you are addressing respond with, "No I'm not- you're a guay!" and then you say, "Your mom's a guay!" and it's all great fun. But the point is, I'm back, and slightly disappointed with the shape that boxpalace is in, namely: no shape. Perhaps it's time to bring in some new talent. I'm looking into this. But I hope I won't have to make any cuts in the present staff, whom I've come to love as if they were my own children. Give me something to believe in, boys. Give me some of that "O Captain my Captain" spirit I've always longed for. Make me proud.
Sin celery,
Abraham Lomax,
Creator.