"Well that's me, I'm away for my lunch. I'll probably be a while, even longer if i get struck by amnesia though. Amnesia. That's a rice. Amnesia rice.. No. That's ambrosia.."
Cal, I love you to bits. I love you because you're a psycopath that refuses to lie down and let people like the homework diary company screw you over. I love you because you are just insane enough to come up with elaborate, and very very clever ways to get your own back. You are amazing. You are my idol. You must teach me how to do that.