I guess I am one of their comrades... though you'd think I could have counted on them bursting in, guns drawn, shouting "DROP YOUR WEAPON!"s instead of being bailed out at the last minute by the Heirs of Hillary Duff.

Then again I don't dream about goat-people, so you have more things than I to worry about.

Do you have any idea how close I was to having Ritz cracker crumbs shoot out my nose?! Do you have ANY IDEA???!!