Well, so much for this logon. Chaos is about to occur and I must stop it. I am being flown immediately to war-torn Somalia. No...stop your tears I will return in a matter of hours. All will be well, and the fish in the ocean will have their fh crackers to nibble on. I will be giving them, or should I say tossing them to the fish in the ocean and the various people in Ethiopia. Wish me well, but I want no tears shed for otherwise I will have to take them and turn them into a water supply. I know you would absolutely hate having canals and the like stemming from your eyes and travelling around the world. Don't disappoint me. That is all, here comes the plane I can hear it on the runway. Good bye.