Not many know I have it good with the mail lady. Not really... Well this morning I noticed that tracking said that they had my package at my local post office. Oh joy. I called them and asked if I could pick it up before it got sent out for delivery. She said yes!!!! I packed batteries, attys, and good ole' Atomic Cinnacide. I tear it all open to find bender first. Refined, yet basterdfied. Perfect! Then, to the larger of the two. Boom Stick! Anyways I am home now and for the past few hours... Well 5 hours now, I think I am on the verge of nic poisoning. Dizzying Dense Clouds of vapor haze my thoughts and vision. Off for christening of them with my good buddy Old Rasputin Imperial Stout. If I don't return, DO NOT send help. They will just get hit with Chuck and yelled at with great obscenities as they try and pry Chuck and their massive clouds away from me. Side note, don't show your relitives. They only wants to steal thines preciousss.. hissss...