I think I've lost my temper control. Moment, have a spare?

[rubberskunk]

Ahem.

Comments

[wolphin]

I'll see your network problems and raise you a dead server room. Oh joy.

[momentrabbit]

Well, I'd say you've already heated to incandescence and stressed yourself through quenching: now I'd buff you to a nice shine and then heat to peacock, or perhaps light straw at your cutting edges.

[rubberskunk]

I like glaze.

...mmm, doughnuts.