don't hideaway, hideaway from all your daydreams.

or your nightmares.

So I gave both my roommates my deathcold for kicks, but now they're developing coughs and that's not hip. It's all fun and games until somebody gets bronchitis.

I'm still working on the text for the fliers. I'll have to run it by my promotional staff and marketing director. It'll be something about "THE AMAZING MASTER THOMPSON". Maybe a "Are you tired of the Nihilism inherent in modern Liberalist thought?" thrown in for kicks. "Do you enjoy having many children, baking banana bread, and playing pogs?" Something in there about, "Consider marrying THE AMAZING MASTER THOMPSON! Informational meeting at 6:30 PM. Pizza provided. BYOB."