*Haldir wanders around holding a bottle of miruvor*

*Sikorsky is passed out on the ground*

Too many ideas are fat...full of stuff...can't write...

Argh! Which one to poke at?

*Haldir takes a slug of miruvor* Ahhh....*hic* who gives a damn...I'm poking them into bits and pieces.
posted by Shadow Chaser at 11:11 AM