The woods now? Fiinee. Matters not to those possessing the imperative skills; who I like to think about are those that do not.

Hopefully - and this is wishful thinking on my part - some poor sap will become dinner for a predator. Much like watching a horror film, it's amusing to predict who'll bite it first.

Other than my tie being a tad tight I'm quite content to play dress up for Big Brother. Much to my embarrassment I had to detain myself from serving drinks... Old habits die hard. Or perhaps I should do percisely that and perhaps be anointed as a staff member.

Do we have career opportunities here? Idle hands to the devil's deeds.

[Walter is suspended in a dignified position, a leg folded over the other with his palms set upon a knee.]

This is like slapping Yuri Gagarin's corpse in the face with his own hand; I get to float and I don't even have to go to outer space.

But I must admit I hesitate urinating.

This establishment is very much alike my foster home. Honsetly at first I thought this was a sort of devilish joke perpetrated for laughs at my expense - this Doctor Who style embellishment.

But it doesn't take a genius to figure out we're all in the same prediciment, does it? Even so, you gotta question for who's benefit it is we're here...