[Phone Books]

But I'm not telling as long as you meet my demands. You know what they are. Off the post. Cylon.

[Role Modlin]

No secrets here. Anyone who knows how to use the "search" function can figure out.

Perhaps I should be making the demands.

[Phone Books]

Originally Posted by Leboman

No secrets here. Anyone who knows how to use the "search" function can figure out.

Perhaps I should be making the demands.

Cylon. :squintystare:

[Ted Logan]

I know the secret. Back when we were in Styx together, one night after an INCREDIBLE show, he laid it all out on the table, just like when the guy at the end of Braveheart puts the torture implements on the table and unrolls the bag they're in. It was just like that, and afterward, I felt eviscerated.

The next day, Lee quit the band, so we were up a creek. I thought that if we could find a replacement, we could go on, but I was (unfortunately) wrong. So wrong. I had been hanged, drawn, and quartered, and Longshanks appeared to have won.

It was like when a waitress in a hurry puts your plate down with such care that the pancakes slide almost off the plate, and you wonder why you came to IHOP when you could have had Applebees. So you suck it up and eat the pancakes that have been forced upon you, except there's no syrup, so they cake your mouth and you feel like you can't breathe and you gasp for breath and they watch you fall from your seat and they run to the back and they come back and they forgot the defibrilator and they go back for it and they come back and they put the paddles on you and they read the directions and your vision is fading and they push a button and the machine whirs to life and now you can't hear and they push a button and your heart is electrically restarted and you smell bacon.