Okay. I think I have a plan. It's not the greatest plan, but screw it, it'll have to do.
I'll have to rely on an oboe to rescue my ...wife, I guess. Also, my bass. I hope they haven't done anything to her. Katrina, I mean. If I know my evil cults--and I do--they're probably waiting for midnight or something. That'll give me plenty of time to
Oh fuck.
Spider cult.
They're probably doing it at Eight.
...and it's 7:30 Eastern.
SHIT.
GOTTA RUN.
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