"Now that I'm semi-retired as commander of the ELF, and have more time on my hands, I thought I'd try to stop by a bit more often." said Mal, as he alternately amazed and repulsed the gathered students with his new technicolor aloha shirt and blindingly white legs peeking out from raggedy cargo shorts.
"Since that young lad Zukeenee left the Creche, we don't seem to have had many questions about anything, let alone about Discordian Catma.
"So, if you young subgenii have questions which might fall into the realm of the esoteric or myterious other than Discordian, let's get those little Pineals popping by giving them some excercise! Who wants to start?"