I went to the Llama Butchers and what did I see?

A meaty, wooly, and snippy Don Johnson & Philip Michael Thomas staring back at me. To wit, in period clothing and with era-appropriate livery. Actual quote: "I wonder if they've posted...oh my."

All this is in honor of the big four-oh for Steve-o, so happy birthday, many happy returns, may the cockatiel perched on your arm not peck you or otherwise defecate on your teal suit, etc., etc. I suppose now would be a good time to break out the Jan Hammer, wouldn't it?

phin tries to comfort Steve-o by suggesting that some day the 'lenin' suit might be back in. I figure it's one of those Freudian slips; those llamas have always seemed rather totalitarian. What with their drive to dominate Google by means of Mme. Theuriau and renting Roto-Tillers in San Antonio.

P.S. Some day I need to talk someone into helping me implement this theme-switching stuff; I had a couple on paper a while back that might've looked rather good.

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