I do not need this...

...at 4:00 AM. Al Vin is really good at the guard shack coming into the Bog. Well. at least, he used to be. Imagine this, if you can. It's 4:00 AM. I wake up to a horrible commotion. Al Vin and Quadaffy from Libya have a bonfire going in front of the guard house. They're roasting marshmallows (well, actually Bogmallows) and singing Kumbuyah. I'm going to have to do a more thourough background check into Al Vin's personal references. I don't want to get stuck with a North African connection. I may want to run for president sometime!