Back to the spam email: I just got one whose subject line was Ride Her Like A Mofo.
I will not get one of my wombat headaches today. I will not.
Thank you
annlarimer and your introduction to Peggle. Though it kept me up too late (I did go to bed when you told me to! I did! Eventually.), it also kept me from deleting my story, which I was in danger of doing before you came across my sorry ass. Couch dancing to Beethoven's Ninth when I would finish a level was the perfect distraction from my angst.
Oh, but there is a point to this!
Fannish related question of the day: If Danny had died at the end, how crazed do you think that would have driven Frank?