Eh.. Strange. Sonya, ya shoulda been sent our complimentary washroom niceties basket, seems the message don't feel like sendin' through when it has to.
Oh an' uh, Shoebox? Bring ya own duct-tape, Susan used most of th'roll I had for the next new meat to fix up her heels. Get on over to Ames. Ignore the suspiciously Kusarian lookin' doorman, he ain't Kusarian. Just as ugly, though.