It's nine o'clock in the morning, and you guys are making me hungry. And all I have is an untoasted Pop Tart to eat at my desk. Sigh.

Anyway, I brought the costumes. Who wants to be the conehead? Or the crash-test dummy? A vampire? Two can dress as a pair of dice. Does anybody want the green top hats and St Patty's day paraphernalia? I wonder if I can still fit in the Queen of Hearts dress? And, oh look, here's a pig nose...

[Sparteye's voice disappears as her head is buried in a big cardboard box, old costume bits flying hither and yon]