One woman. One year. Countless distractions.
I hate to ask...but...um...what are we looking at, exactly?
Heh. The gods are speaking to me through the power of Alphagetti. Because the gods are, apparently, both economical and in a rush, they've chosen to ask me "Y?" instead of "Why?"
I would have guessed Alpha-Bits. Has Alpha-Getti gotten bigger?
AH. Got it. Wow, I actually thought some sort of strange hydra-type creature had found its way up through the plumbing into your kitchen sink.
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