The Voice: Thoughts from a big bowl of sourkraut. Megavolt: (*groaning*) Oh *no*, not that! Aero had finally stopped talking about-- The Voice: Hey, it's my turn. Ahem. Plastic makes the world go round but how about my brain? Why am I so normal, why is everyone insane? I walk the knife's edge of the world rim, but my cup is empty. I am not Arnold Rimmer, I am another man of the same name. My head doesn't glimmer, how about yours? Peace rules, but all hail the Crimson Short One. These are the times, these are the times, these are the times when Yule Brynner tried to dance with Judy Garland and found himself defying Einstein's theory of Murphy's law: "Cold Comfort Farm". Not so deep nor so wide, but enough, I could really use another coke over here. And then there's this bit about a bunch of people going to town with flowers on their cows, and a church that's always empty but no one will ever know why. (*she lowers her head in sorrow and falls silent*)