Buenos días, Mesdames et Messieurs. Again, nothing much, it seems, has transpired. We have some new people: Melody, who is such a cutie. Smores, who seems like a good one. Lock... well, she feels a bit too manic for my taste. Sparrow is, apparently, Terminal, so that was an interestingly awkward talk we witnessed between them and Spider. Chris called a meeting. We talked about Cole's suggestion at length. Tense little meeting, but a simple majority was reached. Speaking about that, HHKK HW9GOQF got back to me. Of course, as per usual, it's all encoded to hell and back. The setting, he said, is from Matthew's nonsense some time back. I don't know why he would do that, but probably just to pull my leg. He tends to do that quite a bit. Anyway, here's what he replied. "I was watching Tom Cruise fighting over a production of Turandot , mate. Exciting stuff, but do you really have to do it the old-fashioned way? A call would have been sufficient, you know. All thin