“I JUST WANNA THANK MY 12 LEVEL PAIR, MY 7 LEVEL THREE OF A KIND, MY FOIL AND NEGATIVE CAMPFIRE, MY NEGATIVE ALL 6’s, MY JOLLY AND MY SLY, THE FOIL CRAFTY THAT I HAD BRIEFLY, MY SCHOLAR, MY MARBLE, MY SUPERNOVA, MY POLYCHROME TO-DO LIST, MY GOAT CARD SHARP, MY FORTUNE TELLER, AND TELESCOPE!”
“Heya! Name’s Malcolm, and I’ll be y’all’s West Section 2 Director, over in M Corp! It’s a pleasure to meet you all, and I hope we can get to know each other well. Just, uh, don’t neglect to let me know if my feathers and scales clog the shower drain, ehe…”
Attention all seats of the Pinky! We have an urgent matter to discuss.
Recently, while fulfilling a Prescript, a member of the Index had broken a batch of pasta in front of members of The Thumb, having to claim that it was the Ring who forced them to do so. In response to this unfortunate slight, the Thumb has declared war on the Index, and has enlisted the help of The Middle. As of now, I have not yet had the chance to discover which side of the incoming war the Ring has taken.
Do be calm, and let us discuss this civilly and thoroughly as to what our course of action should be. Should we come to the Index’s aid?