[OK but consider: Subete is doing absolutely nothing, but his limbs sure are flailing about as ridiculously as all of him was last week, and now we have to thread a pair of fucking limbs for the entire rest of the thread.

OK, no. Not for the entire rest of the thread but you know what. There's just a whole arm parked stiffly at a corner like an angry delimbquent. Looming ominously and everything. It is holding nothing, but it doesn't need to: as soon as it sees the soup ladle hand it somehow straightens even more and turns menacingly.




One, two, three, four: we declare much more than a thumb war.]