Man, am I dead tired. At least I got all my Classic SS questions aligned.
Count: And now ve can count up all the new entries fright?
No... That was only half the job, still gotta start up a dialogue with Tony to polish and get whatever will get added entered into the list.
Sure hope I can get more done tomorrow via delegation...
*Uncle Deadly comes in...
UD: Ah, so you're still awake are you my fiends.
Yeah, but we're shuffling off this mortal coil in a little while.
UD: Pleasantly morbid... Think I'll just rest in peace here on this comfy creepy couch.
*Uncle Deadly curls up a little on the sofa.
Come on Count, gotta brush up before we get to lie in our own dead-beds.
Count: Fright behind you...
*Headed off to sleep, yawning.
Today's letter is... Y, for yawn.
Count: And the number is 20... Though ve von't be asleep for that many years like Rip Van Winkle.
Yes... That reminds me, maybe ol' Headless can run some errands for us. Then again, maybe not.
Good night everyone.