Day 1: 10:35 a.m.
Having used entirely too many dots just now, I feel that my duty is completed. I have joined. Heaven help those of us who still believe that Thor throws lightning, because those who do must live lives of terror, dispair, and a fear of crispy chicken. Or crispy porkrinds. Or anything crispy. Yeah.
So, just send me some money, and I will personally see to it that Thor is disinclined to make you a small, dark char that smells distinctly of burned hair on the earth's surface.
That's my extortion for the day. Join me next time to learn about the wonders of species 57, and how they pertain to us all.