Sundeck! O’ glorious Sundeck!
How I miss your warm embrace.
Cursed monotonies.
Five, nay, ten threads with identical themes!
Rage and horror at the Baker’s machinations.
May the toothpicks be damned we cry into the thick summer air!
Trolls, Trolls, Trolls!
Red is their color and avian their visage.
May they wander lost in the dungeons of the NL central forevermore!
Gonelong!
We smote thee and thy honorable guard for these past three years.
“HAHA U SUX” we utter with unfathomable glee.
Sundeck! O’ glorious Sundeck!
My tender love. My dread harlot.




