I warned you of the horrific nature of my labors. I warned you about its toll on my free time. I warned you about littering.
Well I have sublimated your Friday's Vexxarr almost entirely with Auntie Litter. I will do what I can to rectify this sad event within this solar day.
Should I fail, check back tomorrow.
In any event, heed my pledge to you that you will have a triumvirate of amusement each and ( I hardly need add) every week from now until the sun explodes.
Vexxarr's continued existence beyond that catastrophic event depends entirely upon your donation of a fast ship...
...of the interstellar variety.
What kind of internet connection will they have, I wonder, on Proxima.
