And the technicalities of putting that thing together just....traumatizes me. You're too patient for your own good. I can almost imagine you there, hovering over the torso with this fiercely concentrated look. Amused, but intense. With a scholarly appreciation of what you're doing occasionally flickering on your face between the spouts of random cursing moments - which I am sure comes now and again. And if they don't, then you've recently been booted up to sainthood and that's just not right considering that if you get that role, then why the Hell am I left behind in Hades?