You filled my b-day with squee. Thanks, folks RANSOM PAID*. I give you back your moderators.
Time to hide.
Pictured: My birthday cake
*Also, I couldn't take that high pitched noise phosfate was making anymore, or snacky saying it was 'going down oz-style' to the other captives, while eljuno sharpened a cd into a shiv. Or whatever apoplexia and sorchar were pelting at my head. I'm afraid to even check what that was.