jjimm I totally agree.
Which makes its choice of pseudonyms all the more intriguing because it doesn’t have any grey matter
*"What do you think you’re doing Finagle?
Daisy, Daisy…"*
Apparently somebody forgot their water wings when they ventured into the deep end of the pool and a shark bit 'em on the ass. I actually felt a little bit sorry for Greymatter with all his sophomoric huffing and puffing and ontological flailing about, but in the end it was a most satisfactory entertainment.