"Cry Havoc!"

I've just packed up my pimping gear, which includes a spare pimping suit in case anything goes wrong with my first choice. Yes, it's that time of year again when I wander off to be a Youth Leader on a Winter Camp. Not content with meaningless inter-power, I anxiously seek out petty situations I can dominate in the real world too! Oh ego, you're so wacky!

I shall be spending just over a week attempting to teach kids how to be productive members of society through a hideous combination of entertainment and informal education that I like to call intertational. I plan to use this term as much as possible. Why have I stolen all your cuddly toy animals and hung them with thick rope from the ceiling with stuffing hanging out and ketchup pools of blood beneath them? Because it's intertational, little Jimmy. Because it's intertational. Now stop your crying and learn a valuable moral lesson!

I will also be wearing a pimp suit and encouraging others to do the same.

There are reasons.

I should be back before the New Year. If I am not, assume the worst.

They probably fed me eggs.