That's the worst New Hampshire accent ever!

Why we let Menick narrate this stuff is beyond me. I mean, Dude Firmguns is supposed to sound like a New Englander. If that's New England, my name is Uriah Heep!

Obviously we're in a Dickens of a mood this week, as a knowledgeable listen / read of the latest episode will demonstrate. The Nostrumite is in a state of permanent depression over Menick's leaving town. "He isn't much but he's all we got," the lad moans (although it's really hard to moan the phrase, "He isn't much but he's all we got"; try it, if you don't believe me). "And he's heading off to parts unknown and the Nostrum Nation must wait, unsatisfied, until he moseys back again. Feh!"

Yeah. Feh.

At least we're going on hiatus with a bang. This episode is twice as boring as usual supersized, running half again as long as normal. Enjoy it. Savor it. If you're listening to it, run it at half speed to make it last. If you're reading it, close one eye.

See you at the end of the month.