Now cometh darth_ender? Here arriveth my glove across thine chops before that entrance as you have left me no recourse but to demand satifaction! Correct me in public wilst thou? Pah! Sir, kindly taketh me to one side to maketh opinions known if thou must, but to hurleth corrections for all to see embarrathetheth me.

But we shall moveth on though for the sake of the better mannered readers amongst thee. Onward to ye mysterious island of the Pacific, where many have found themselves stranded and losteth. Whereupon in episode the seventh of season the fifth smooth headed Jeremy Bentham/John Locke found himself at the endeth of his tether and by story's finish, the endeth of a rope. His body, rotten and stinky as time woreth on, was done in with assuredness yet back his likeness came. Whether twas story service or obligations of contract who can sayeth for certain, but his body remained as twas at the end of ye olde rope, dead.