Hey Eskie, I''m huntin'' Wabbitsees!
I'll give you till dawn to send me a mail or the Doctor gets it. Then again, considering the damage he inflicted on your fellow warren dwellers with that Sweet Afton experament I would not be surprised if you would rather me fry the twit, narf.
*ponders the value of captive*
*ponders and scratches chin*
*scratches other parts----ahhh that's better*
Seriously though, the damn fool got half sauced and locked 'im self out. Any chance you might throw down the keys and let us in? There's a chilled GB in it for ya yi daft wee fur ball.
BTW: Indy, check your mail kiddo!