Thanks to all the women supporting Jody and beating up on me, I am now under house arrest. Jody has locked me in a large kennel and only allows me sporadic internet access and the occasional taste of cat food (unlike Ebby, I keep the Eukanuba down, so I get kudos for that). I pass the rest of the time writing bad angst-filled poetry, pumping aluminum (too out of shape for iron) and filing frivolous lawsuits against Haze for crimes against ugly art.