Shank A Bitch 3 Day Six: The Handsman Cometh (10/71 Alive)

Well, far's I'n reck', las'n of import were Malky dyin' an' thatall cyberfoolery. Don' think we (as'n aggregate collective) 've got much done t'figger what t'do 'bout mucha anythin' as yet. Don't tend to think we (as individual units) much care to, ei'r, what'n what been on display as yet.

Red's only onna choppin' block 'cos they said th'wrong thing fronna th'wrong crowd ('zibit A). Dunno they's really done nothin' deservin' of it, though I'nt kept records wha'n I'n able'n make'n calls on that'n, time bein'.

Wh'else... Pharms'n Foge's duel's on hold 'til'n suitable arena shows... Hrn. Think'n it. I miss'n a thing? 'Course I'n miss'n a thing, I ain't suited what'n whate'r it is what drives daycare staff'n kinnergar'n teacher-types. But I'n reckon none ya's gon' help'n 'lucidate nuthin', 'cos that don' seem'n fit youalls criteria'n what makes times good, yeh?

Hrnf.