cannot be comprehended except by permission . . .

Hm. So are you gonna follow that up with something to the effect of "but before he could walk far enough away, the tomato exploded, sending the crankshaft flying out of the fire to glance off his neck, severing his spine but keeping him alive, if totally paralysed, for the rest of his life. Which, by the way, was rilly!rilly!long! And angst filled. And stuff." Cause that'd be fun. :D :D :D

(loves to fuck Hutch up too)