Write a four line poem about: lasers.
Back in Osoyoos, safe and sound, after a fun couple of days in Vancouver with friends.
Note that I didn't say back home. That's because I'm not - we're up on the mountain housesitting again. Will share more pictures of the view over the course of the week, as it is still amazing.
His massive evil laser
Will cut your agents in half.
Does he expect them to talk?Do you even have to ask?