Supplication to the mossy Puddletown scribe for his rendered arcane translation of the ritual benevolent demon summoning-time/space overlapping-forest moon battling experience at The MODA. Really well done brother. I pay psychic tribute to you as you deservedly observe from the emerald throne atop the high Tower of Ecthelion. The reciprocal joy exchange has been temporarily achieved. On to the Bay to raise our shining mace once again and battle the dark hordes of suffering, chronos time, withering comparisons, chompers, and bad coffee. I yield for now and will always remember where I was on that easter night.