THERE IS A GOLLUM ON MY FUCKING LEG!

Went to Target last night to get more bandages. A good thing, as poor Ace freed himself from my leg in the middle of the jammies and exciting underthings department, and escaped out my trouser cuff. It looked like one of the Visitors had a bad suit malfunction.

Do you SPEAK IT, Dr Larry?

Get to see Dr Larry the Unholy Incompetent Butcher Who Likes Saws next Tuesday morning.

Nothing can prepare you, Dr Larry.