So when's the last time anyone here went to a steak house and heard the waitresses singing and clapping out some crazy, messed-up rendition of "Happy Birthday?"
Ok, Rance. I'll be nice and spare you the agony. Happy birthday, man.
"Looks like a table to me. Do you think it could hold up someone as bulbous as Treadwell?" -- Dr. Brennan, Myrken Wood Rememdium Edificium