Maybe they could convince the Lady to allow for a psychick enema so to speak. Well, well, well, yr Highness. She has plans. A wonderful evening last night for all. The Lady, myself, and of course Spare Key were there too.
Sexy boy fights in snow.
Messy urination in stupid Yale coffee bar. Schemes secrets psychick libations. Indeed a beauty of an evening ending in a pleasantly entertaining slow dance starring Spare Key and some mysterious silent chick who seemed to be happily choking on her own breath. I think her name's I Doll. Yes, that's it.