Doggone Engineer

I'm gonna go on and do y'all the favor of keepin' this short. Seems to me y'all could use yerself a mediator. In other words, I learned ole Solly boy ain't restrictin' his noise to the base no more. I also see some'a my other boys made it here without me knowin'.

I gotta admit, all this gossip gettin' back to me ain't doin' me any good...It ain't that I wanna be part of it or nuthin', honest!

Anyway, supposin' while I'm here, y'all can have at those question thingies. Good for Mann CO or whatever. I'll figure it all out.

Answer's simple, Doll. Indulge.

From me? None.

Well, sure. We all got multiple'a everythin. Imagine if we didn't, what with our profession. Heh! Yuck.

Any idea what this thing is?

Hey, congrats!

Those big, room-sized bulky things or did ya manage to haggle the smaller, table-sized bulky things?

Heh, oh, I got plenty I'm happy about. Now, the boys might not like to hear this as much but none of their loving gadgets top the time I got with 'em. Now, that's somethin' that's changed a little as I get older. Not so much 'bout the material no more. Heck, I spend all day with these guys sometimes but, uh, Smissmas makes em all act right.

Y'all gotta forgive me real earnestly for bein' gone the entire holiday season. I went to go see my folks, for one, and spent time with the boys when I got back. It was a damn good Smissmas for us all! Even got to beat some BLU behind as a bonus!

Heh, and it's looking an awful lot like we're booked for the New Year too. Baby fever must'a gotten to the lovebirds so we all gotta bear the consequences, needless to say.