Oy oy oy oy ... gibberish... okay, he's TRULY at the bottom of the barrel now, I fear. Can he go any lower? Well, knowing you, of course. :D But still, he's pretty bad off.

I feel just horrible for him... lying on the floor bleeding on his new shirt, poor doll. I guess it's nearing the perfect time for those grey eyes he's picturing to show up (eeee---*loved* that part) even though I know Strider is going to be rather... stern and unwavering. Pant, pant, pant...

I hope Butterbur eventually gets his, I really do. But first... I *must* have another chapter, because this is killing me!