Dear Mrs. Tanz

[Louisistan]

We regret to inform you that as a result of enemy action, your husband Tanzoria was lobotomised over the English channel. Since his frontal lobe could not be found despite a lazy thorough search, he is presumed insane.

Yours sincerely

Brigadier etc Sir Anthony Cecil Johnson III, OBE

[Donnee]

*sends condolence fruit basket to Mrs. Tanz*

[Aschente]

Louisistan I think I found his frontal lobe, however it appears to have not aged well. And someone who definitely wasn't me 30 seconds ago seems to have stepped on it. Should we put it back?

[Boltor]

Wasn't he insane beforehand?

[Tanzoria]

Ei darum Mädel, Mädel
Wink, wink, wink!

[Louisistan]

Exhibit A

[Jabberwocky]

Spread across the evening sky like a patient etherized upon a table.

[Louisistan]

Exactly like that, in fact.

[Jabberwocky]

Now he scouts the grounds, searching for edelweiss.