*veg* An old friend, I've been wanting to spank - er, slap - him for aeons, and only now do I find out everyone else took a whang at him, HAVE I MISSED IT?

*SOB*

Ahhh, wait. There's always an angle if you're a demi. Fleetly using my little ankle-winglets, I whisk back and forward in time and space until the King of Babylon is in my sights. He, of course, can't see me. With a gust of cinnamon-scented air, I waft right next to him. I ponder certain anomalies of behavior in the last X years or so, and remember when it was a race between me and Zig to be the first millenium patron of AncientSites (he won, as I recall, but I'm not sure it was a fair win). Then I remember carrying Egyptian pillars with him for both the Ancient Conventions in New Orleans. Then I remember him dancing on table tops and chasing girls at all hours.

SOCKAROONI!! SMASH!

Ahhh, I think THAT did me good, and hopefully the gods will approve!