Bigger update later, when Nick is awake and I do not have to type so slowly and quietly. For now, I send you here. It's horrid, for one thing. So very, very horrid. And yet...if ever Joan and I had taken my "All of Isenfunk has been unleashed" thing to its logical conclusion, we might now find ourselves someplace like this. I am mustering all my strength not to shriek with laughter and awaken 'Bus. It reads like something we'd come up with after a night of drinking, yeah? Look especially to the "Nine leaving Minas Morgul" and "brace of coneys" efforts. And "You shall not pass". And "Be who you were born to be". And....oh, poppets, just go!!