I AM BACK FROM MY LONG DAY IN THE LONG DAY DIMENSION. SINCE I BASICALLY DID JACK SQUIGGLY SHIT ON THE TIMELINE TODAY, I WILL SAY THIS. IF HE WANTS TO GET HUNTED DOWN LIKE A FLEETBEAST AND CHASED AROUND A TREE, THAT'S HIS PREROGATIVE. I'D DO IT MYSELF, BUT HE'LL WANT ME TO CATCH HIM. LEADERSHIP IS ABOUT KNOWING WHEN TO DELEGATE A TASK, AND THIS IS ONE FOR THE *REAL* ADORABLOODTHIRSTY ONES. #MYMATESPRIT IS ENTITLED TO HIS ENRICHMENT. YES, I STILL THINK IT'S STUPID AND CRAZY. NO, I WILL NOT TELL HIM TO STOP. UNLESS HE COMES BACK IN TEARS, IN WHICH CASE I MIGHT GO INTO SUCH AN APOPLECTIC LACUNA THAT MY PURE, UNFETTERED ANGER SEARS OPEN A HOLE IN SPACE-TIME AND BEGINS SOME KIND OF VILLAIN ARC FOR ME. AND NO ONE WOULD TAKE THAT SERIOUSLY NO MATTER WHAT I DID, SO LET'S JUST NOT.