The gnomes have informed me that my beloved and often difficult Skynet will be returned to my waiting arms tomorrow evening, in working order. *dances*
A rather unruly young man shook his fist and threatened to punch her lights out if she didn't stop wooing his woman. I'm afraid the pants can only be charmed off by one person.
He was joking, by the way. He'd never punch my dental hygienist.
He was joking, by the way. He'd never punch my dental hygienist.
I hope.