Hucifer and Dan's flipping huge trip report *Last 3 days/Epilogue! 10/9, pgs 36-38*

[Cap'n Keel]

"But after he got on his knees and begged for her forgiveness, she warmed up to him considerably."

A man that knows how ta sweet talk the wenches - good job Dan! Was it her big eyes ya like, the ears, the cute button nose, or her tale?

Hey on that tinkerbell thing. T'were allright watchin' that flight til some critter posted a close up photo showing tickerbell with hairy legs, chest hair, and a five o'clock shadow. Killed me interest quick. Hope the little mermaid position is safe from gender-izing.

 

[DISUNC]

PUMP THIS UP!

Let's Review the situation Hucifer fans!

-hucifer goes away for 'business' for looooooooong periods of time!
-Without internet access...anywhere!
-She and Dan are master of Disguises. She pretends to be a preteen english boy. Dan was heavier with dark hair, now he is mysteriously skinny with blond hair.
-They stay at Shades of Green!

Is it possible that our dear Wendy is a

?????

Something to ponder until her return from her secret (espionage) trip!

 

[Cap'n Keel]

Is it possible that our dear Wendy is a

?????

Something to ponder until her return from her secret (espionage) trip!

Boy you are so close it's scarey. <lookin both ways> You could be right.
I got a private email from her once and it came from a federal weapons I-don't-know-what bunch.
She's up ta no good. Ya can count on it.
Those trips - ha!
BTW, the email, was from her last trip, tracked to a secret missile test site.
Like Dissers do that! Yeah right.
I gathered more intel bout her that I can't release here as it could mean the end of this trip report as we know it. Actually shocking - least it were ta me. Don't worry - the truth will come out soon and it will shock you as well.

 

[Loubon]

I'm not buying the spy angle. I'm voting for slacker.

 

[bratus913]

I'm not buying the spy angle. I'm voting for slacker.

 

[Beana9802]

Is it possible that our dear Wendy is a

?????

Something to ponder until her return from her secret (espionage) trip!

Thanks DISUNC! I just spit my milk and cookies all over the keyboard. Heh Heh

 

[hucifer]

Alright! Alright! I'm not a spy, just one busy girl. I promise to post the rest of my days in the next two weeks because I have GOT to finish this bad boy before our next trip.

HMHunters, I think you're right...I may have ruined Dan's chances of pulling this off too many more times. Then again, maybe they'll recognize him and treat him like a celebrity.

Judge Smails, glad you liked the Pal Mickey! And of course I remember you. Very cool that we were all there at the same time. Maybe you saw LaLa there too?

stinkerbelle's mom, stay as long as you like!

kpk89, we'll be there in 12 days so it looks like I have some serious catching up to do!

Loubon, to answer your question...I don't remember them announcing our hometown. They're on to us!

DISUNC, I'll miss Millionaire too. From the sounds of it, the new attraction will be fantastic, but you could count on Millionaire being different every time you played it. Anyway, thanks for another detailed (and hilarious) reply.

aGoofyMom, glad you're still hanging in here! I promise this will be done soon!

katiesmomluvsdizne, we didn't expect those kinds of crowds at all. I blame that stupid dining plan.

Philadisney, another one who's still reading! yay!

NMAmy, welcome! welcome! You've almost made it to the end!

scottishtink, another big welcome for you! And may I say I'm HONORED that your first post is in MY trip report!

Beana9802, you truly are the queen of Off Topic.

horsegirl, since I wasn't witness to Dan's stunt at the LTT, I have nothing to reveal. ...and no, that ISN'T DisUnc's picture in his avatar. I already asked!

hunnypotmama, thanks for subscribing. Sad, isn't it? I know I should be cranking these out faster.

Cap'n, I have seen evidence of a hairy and manly Tink, too. I swear THIS one was a girl.


As promised...another installment...

 

[hucifer]

Part 1. Back to the Beach…and Dan’s first accident

We let ourselves sleep in until 7:30. (Yes, 7:30 is “sleeping in” at Disney World.) I told Dan he needn’t worry about showering since we were headed for one of the water parks that day. That certainly perked him up (about going to the parks, not about the not-showering bit). I slathered on the sunscreen, we put on our suits, threw on clothes, and bundled up our beach gear. Leaving Mick behind, we walked down to wait for the elevator.

I looked over at the door that led to the parking lot. I turned to Dan. “Is that the door to the parking lot?”

Dan exaggerates a loud and drawn-out sigh and buries his head in his hands, shaking his head. The elevator arrives at that moment. We step inside and Dan walks over to the side. Sighing heavily, he starts beating his head against the wall.

Then we both have a good laugh at Crabby Man’s expense.

We had breakfast downstairs at the Garden Grill. I normally don’t eat here because unless you’re the Crystal Palace, chances are high that I’m not going to like your breakfast buffet. I have eaten here before, and the food isn’t spectacular, but it’s nourishment nonetheless and it sure beats the crap-disguised-as-food we had at Donald’s Breakfastosauras.

Our waitress is a little freaky, however. This middle-aged woman has plucked off all of her eyebrows and drew them in with marker or something. But she didn’t draw them right; they’re too high and very severe-looking…almost like Seinfeld’s Uncle Leo…there’s no reason to get angry at us lady, we’re only eating here. Hopefully she will use our tip money toward eyebrow implants.

It’s an overcast day this morning, which is actually a surprise. Usually the mornings are sunny and clear, just beautiful enough to deceive you into thinking that the whole day will be great. But then it inevitably turns sour around the early afternoon and the skies open and the water does dumpeth on our ponchoed heads. So maybe the overcast morning is a good sign! After all, we are headed to a water park.

So by now we’re pretty much sticking with the SOG transportation. Once you know the REAL schedule, we found it was easier than originally thought to plan our trips with their busses. The only exceptions are the MK and Epcot, since they drop you off at the TTC anyway…by the time you catch the next monorail, much time has been wasted.

So we’re sitting in the front row of the bus just behind the bus driver and we’re all waiting for 9:30. Another bus driver walked up to our bus and, standing outside, was trying to communicate with our bus driver, who was sitting behind the wheel. Over and over he kept saying a phrase that sounded like another language, although it was difficult to tell. He had a big smile on his face while saying something that sounded like “Your wife’s a (woman of the evening).”

“What?” our bus driver kept asking the other one, apparently as confused as Dan and I were. To be honest, I don’t think our bus driver had one fricking clue what the other dude was saying. So why did I find it important enough to include this in my trip report? Because Dan and I were thinking that if the other bus driver was insulting our bus driver, all the time with a big grin on his face, well that was kind of funny. For the rest of the day we would break out in a random “your wife’s a (woman of the evening)” at the other person.

Like I said, we amuse ourselves in the silliest of ways.

Once inside Typhoon Lagoon, we know right where to go to find a lounge chair. No secrets here. After all, we’ve been here twice before so we know where the picking is good. We shed our outerwear, donned our sexy water shoes, and…thanks to my brilliance and vigilant DISboard surfing…immediately run over to TL’s newest attraction, Crush ‘n’ Gusher.

We grab a double tube and climb the stairway. The theme here is excellent, and they did an outstanding job of carrying it out. I was impressed with the visual landscape and how the stairway looked dangerously close to collapsing (by breaking redundant support bars). When we get to the top, we have three choices…Coconut Crusher, Banana Blaster, and Pineapple Plunger. I ask a CM which slide is the best. The CM said that they are all about equal.

Well, we found out that was complete CRAP!

The first one we tried was the Banana. I remember reading (from the DISboards, of course) about the warning to keep your butt up from dragging inside the tube. I think the CMs may have even warned us about this at the top. Dan did not heed this warning. Normally, this isn’t a problem with your standard, run-of-the-mill slides. But this is no ordinary slide, folks. This slide actually propels you up using water pressure and conveyors. If you get your butt on that conveyor…well, ask Dan just how painful it is.

We slide all the way down and up and down the thing, and I’m giggling like mad. Splash! We hit the pool and both of us tumble out of our tube and into the water. Laughing, I swim toward the steps as quickly as possible so we can ride this again, but I notice Dan is really dragging behind. When finally he climbs out of the pool, he tells me that he’s in a lot of pain.

“I’m going to go over there and cry in the corner.” he said, pointing to a building on the left. Apparently, when your tailbone makes a connection with the conveyor on this slide, it doesn’t feel so good.

Of course, it’s not going to stop him from riding again!

The line is still nonexistent so we grab another double tube and climb the stairs again. This time Dan makes sure his bruised tailbone isn’t dragging through the tube hole. We try the Pineapple slide…and would you believe, it was better than the Banana.

Our tube capsizes in the pool again, but we are laughing so hard we don’t care at all. We run to the pool steps as well as one can in waist-high water, and grab another tube.

At the top of the stairs, we pick the Coconut slide…and would you believe, it was better than the other two! Dan and I agreed that this one was the best of the three. So when we climbed the stairs for the fourth time (and noticing that attendance was starting to pick up), the only one that had a line was the Coconut slide. Equal slides, my butt! Or rather, Dan’s bruised butt.

We rode Crush ‘n’ Gusher as many times in a row as we could in a row. During that time we experimented with having our own tubes, but found that the weight of both of us on a double tube made the ride much more enjoyable. Once the line extended past the pool area, we decided to call it quits and tackle some of the other slides.


Next installment: Part 2. The other Ride Nazi…and Dan’s second accident

 

[sunny_medford]

Looks like I was in the right place at the right time!!

Poor Dan, poor Dan's butt! But hey, what a trooper for keeping up with you!
(tell Dan I'm sorry, I was laughing at his expense, wait....I've been doing that since you started this report!!, tell Dan I owe him a beer!)

 

[hucifer]

What’s amusing to me is how perspective works. On our first trip to Typhoon Lagoon, we thought the Mayday Falls was IT, dude. But after being in Blizzard Beach and having twelve or so trips down Crush ‘n’ Gusher, Mayday Falls royally sucked. Even Dan, who is oh so easily amused, said it was boring.

Then we decided to go hit the family raft ride. Which, we find out, has its own version of a Ride Nazi.

This ride was not a good one for Dan.

Raft in hand, we climb to the top and wait for the couple in front of us to go. As the CM was standing there and waiting for the previous family to be a safe distance ahead, the couple drop their raft into the water and climb into it. A moment later, the CM pushes them and off they went. So Dan and I are next. Mimicking the couple’s moves, we step into the water and plop our raft down. Dan climbs into the raft. I take a step, ready to get in the raft myself.

The CM turned around. He didn’t like this move. Not one bit.

“Don’t get into the raft until I say!” the Ride Nazi barks. At this point, it’s kinda too late since Dan is already reclined inside the raft. But the Ride Nazi doesn’t stop there. Getting little reaction from us, he continued to banter Dan for his apparent illegal move. “We do things for safety reasons around here…that’s how my legs get bruised!” He points at his shins, which look pretty hairy, but not the least bit bruised to me. Then he glares at Dan as if he’s expecting an apology. Which he doesn’t get.

Dang, what is it about over-reactive CMs who scream about safety when nothing we did was really deemed unsafe? And if it’s really that urgent, can’t they post a sign?

Like a good little German who doesn’t want to get yelled at twice in the same week, I wait until the Ride Nazi gives me his Official OK before stepping into the raft on the opposite side from Dan. Once safely inside, he gives us one final scowl and pushes the raft down the slide.

I giggle at Dan. “No ride for you…one year!”

“Yeah, no kidding,” he says. “He should make his rules a little more obvious.”

So we do the most natural thing that came next. We belted into song, “It’s a great big beautiful tomorrow…shining at the end of every day!” God I hope the Ride Nazi heard that. Every freaking word.

So the ride begins and the Ride Nazi is a safe distance behind us and we’re mildly enjoying the ride until…well, you know those little waterfalls they have along the way? Our raft is spinning down the slide and approaching this little stream of a waterfall…hardly anything to mention, really except…just as we spin under it, that little stream hits Dan right in the fruit bat area. The timing was perfect.

“Ow!” Dan’s eyes get very big. “Umm…that hurt!”

“Well, if you’re expecting me to kiss it and make it better, you’re very mistaken.”

“I bet the Ride Nazi planned that to happen.”

Now I’m thinking, for being so adamant (and harsh) about stressing safety, one would think such hazards as these little waterfalls would be reconsidered. I mean, someone could lose an eye. Or the ability to produce offspring.

And the pain wears off, and we’re mildly enjoying the ride again…and Dan spots another, but larger, waterfall ahead. At the rate we are spinning and moving toward the thing… “No…no…NOOO!” Perfect timing! Gallons of chlorinated water dump on his head and soak his entire body. The boy isn’t having any luck on this ride. The only thing I can do, outside from laughing at Dan’s expense, is to try to protect Dan’s jewels. They are, after all, my property.

We hit the wave pool and splash around until lunchtime. Then we zoom over to the Leaning Palms for some…cheese pizzas? Oh no dude, I don’t think so. I ASK. They HAVE THEM. One veggie burger order for Wendy, and all is well with Wendy World. And I don’t know if it was the condiments I piled on top of it or what, but…oh my does it taste like a Whopper. Yes, that’s a good thing. I haven’t had a Whopper in, I don’t know, eight years maybe. But I’m sure I enjoyed this one much better since it wasn’t a bundle of charred animal remains.

After my delightfully yummy vegetarian lunch, Dan and I (being the awfully predictable guests that we’ve become) hit the lazy river. Ahhh…I like this lazy river much better than Blizzard Beach’s. So I’m leaning back and loving life. We come to a bridge…what’s that? Could that be an upside down hidden Mickey I see? I suck at hidden Mickeys. But it sure looks like one to me!

Speaking of Mick…do you think he misses us back at the resort? Poor guy.

We made a trip around and dumped ourselves out next to the spraying engines. Cut to us, evil grins spreading across our faces. This is a great place to let out a little steam…by aiming those suckers at passersby. We always have a ball getting folks wet and watching them dive underwater to avoid getting sprayed. Makes no sense. But boy, it sure makes us laugh and laugh at these people. We are so bad.

After our evil spraying episode, Dan hits the wave pool and I hit the lounge chair. I still have a good hour of sleeping ahead of me.

Around 3:30 it’s time to leave. So we pack up our stuff and walk to the SoG bus stop. Wouldn’t you know it? It’s the last freaking bus stop at the end of a long row. Still, we have about 15 minutes until the next bus arrives so there wasn’t any reason to hurry.

Since you won't get bathing suit shots of me in my TR, this is as close to waterpark pics as you get. Sorry.


At the bus stop, Dan decides to get the sand off of his sexy water shoes and he smacks the shoes against a sign pole. “You’re so dirty,” he says to the shoes. “You are such dirty, naughty shoes and need to be punished.” He smacks them against the pole again. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

Yes, we were the only ones at the bus stop. Thank God.

The bus arrives on time and everything, just like we planned. Since this bus also makes trips to MGM, there are quite of few other folks already on it when we climbed in. Then that air conditioning hits me. Ugh, I am so not a fan of air conditioning. And the SoG busses in particular have the air on like 10 or something. I’m always freezing on those dang busses.

We sit about midway back. The bus pulls away and starts heading back to the resort. Dan elbows me. “Doesn’t that guy look like Kenny Rogers?” Before plastic surgery, I’m assuming.

“Oh my god! On the bus with a celebrity! But look, there’s Captain Kangaroo!” I point to another seat where Captain Kangaroos’ evil twin is sitting. Dan agrees that we were lucky to pick a bus that was so chock-full of celebrities.

The bus pulls up to the SoG road. A boy in the seat across from us suddenly sits up very tall and looks over our shoulders. “Do you see any?” The man next to him asks, who I presume is his father.

“No,” says the boy who looks disappointed but still determined.

“Well, keep looking. I’m sure you’ll see an alligator one of these days.”

I almost laughed out loud. Oh sure he will. I’ve been looking for a year, kid. Got that? A whole year! And I haven’t found squat for alligator. The closest I found was a big turtle. Actually, that turtle last year was pretty freaking cool…

(Fade out. Insert clouds and dreamy harp music)

…It was a girls’ trip with the mom and sister (Bratus913) and we were staying at the SoG. During one of our many trips to the Poly, a turtle came out of the pond area, crossed our path, and crawled out to the road. Not wanting to miss a great photo opportunity, Bratus and I took out our cameras.

A lousy second place to a ferocious, man-eating alligator they kept promising us.


During our photo session with the turtle (now walk to the left…more…perfect! Now turn toward the camera and show me the inner turtle that’s wanting to come out…work it…work it…that’s it…), some nice truck driver pulled up to it, stopped his vehicle, walked over to the turtle and picked him off the road and set him back on the sidewalk where he wouldn’t get crushed.

Anonymous Truck Driver Saves Wandering Turtle From Certain Death.


I guess we were too busy taking his picture to bother with saving his life. Plus, I’m not touching that thing…I’m sure he was full of all kinds of turtle germs and viruses and the like. Ew.


Next installment: Part 3. Dan and Wendy, Monorail Copilots Extraordinaire…and Dan’s third accident

 

[hucifer]

sunny_medford, congratulations on beating the Great Sheri for being the first to post! That is QUITE an accomplishment.

And don't worry...I've been laughing at Dan's expense for over 10 years now.

 

[Loubon]

Alright! Alright! I'm not a spy.

I noticed you didn't refute the slacker part.

 

[hucifer]

I noticed you didn't refute the slacker part.

 

[Loubon]

At the bus stop, Dan decides to get the sand off of his sexy water shoes and he smacks the shoes against a sign pole. “You’re so dirty,” he says to the shoes. “You are such dirty, naughty shoes and need to be punished.” He smacks them against the pole again. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

(BTW Sher is in WDW as we speak so that is the only reason she wasn't first!)

 

[hucifer]

We get back to the room and shower our dirty, naughty selves. Tonight we have to dress snappy-casual or resort-proper or informal-smart or something like that because I have reservations (yes, real ones this time, I promise) for Citricos. We have never been to that restaurant, or even the Grand Floridian for that matter. Wow! Nothing but firsts on this trip!

Just as we are getting ready to leave…that overcast day we had has finally turned on itself and it started to rain. No, it’s pouring, actually. Forget those silly ponchos, Dan. Tonight I am wearing snappy-smart-informal clothes and nothing but an umbrella will do!

During our walk to the Poly, my futile attempts to see alligators were for naught. I don’t know, I was kind of hoping that little boy on the bus might have stirred alligator aura in the air or something. Or that alligators really like the like rain. Or that they are attracted to snappy-formal clothing.

…Or maybe they smell the desperation.

We walk into the Poly and up the stairs to the monorail station. We are the only ones waiting so we chat a bit with the CM. When the train finally pulls up, the driver calls the CM over. She then calls us over to the front of the car. “The driver has invited you to sit with him,” she tells us.

We were invited? Heck, I just get excited when we brow-beat the driver into submission for front-seat privileges. But we have to play it cool. You know, like this happens to me and Dan all the time…“Up front? AGAIN? *sigh* Well, yes I suppose we won’t be terribly put-out by sitting up by the driver today…alright, well come along, Biff.”

We step inside the front car and the driver is waiting for us with balloons, strawberries, champagne, and a Welcome Wendy and Dan sign. “I’ve been waiting for this moment all day,” the driver says, handing us each a glass of champagne and choking back tears of joy.

Okay, not really.

We step inside and the driver Scott greets us. We thank him for the honor of the invite. Scott tells us that Disney World is all about the children, and that he loves to pamper the adults once in a while. Well, we certainly weren’t complaining! Not about his invitation, at least.

Unfortunately, the Grand Floridian is only one stop away, so as soon as we sat down it was time to get back up again. But that doesn't mean we don't have time to take a few photos of each other!

Although we were one stop away, we certainly appreciated Scott’s hospitality nonetheless. He even gave us Monorail Co-Pilot cards. You know, because I helped him steer the train. Dan worked the horn.

Look how proud he is, showing off his Co-Pilot card.


We step into the resort…oh my, it’s so beautiful! Look at the gorgeous architecture and stunning details…okay, blah blah it’s beautiful…but let’s go. That “whopper” burger has been spent by now. Let’s find this restaurant. It’s almost 6:30 and I’m freakin hungry.

We meander through this gorgeous resort and find Citricos. We have just enough time to sit down when we are called for dinner. The hostess walks us all the way through the empty restaurant and right to a window seat that faces Bay Lake. Wow, this restaurant is huge. And has great décor. Ahhh, how lovely.

Hey, wait a minute…that dude at the far table is in jeans and a worn Iron Maiden t-shirt…now that isn’t very smart-snappy attire, is it? And to think, I left my Dokken shirt at the resort. Now I’m irritated.

Melissa is our waitress. I liked her right away. We tell her it’s our first time at this lovely establishment and to treat us like the gods that we are. She did, I’ll give her that.

She hands us the menus and leaves to get our drinks. In Disney World, Dan and I have major role-reversal issues. Back home, we’ll sit down in a new restaurant and scour the menu for vegetarian items with varied success. But here in the wonderful world of Disney, we search for something that Dan can eat. Because let’s face it, we vegetarians are a respected group here so I’m covered no matter where we go. But since Dan doesn’t do “exotic” things like duck or seafood, he won’t eat red meat anymore, and he doesn’t like poultry meat still attached to the bone, it’s difficult for him to be satisfied in the sit-down restaurants. My poor baby.

A whole menu of nothing to eat. Welcome to MY world, Dan.


I order the marinated tofu and Dan succumbs to ordering the chicken-on-a-bone dish. He has serious pouty face.

Melissa returns with our drinks and wants to know if we want anything from the bar. Blech. Ever since I got a little silly with wine at the California Grill (you know, celebrating our first illegal meal and all), wine has made me seriously sick to my stomach. It’s as if karma is getting me back for celebrating something evil. To this day I still cannot drink wine without feeling a little ill.

No, I don't know what Dan is doing, either.


Our food is served. One bite of that marinated tofu, and I was seriously in love. I’m talking sunny-day-wearing-a-yellow-dress-in-a-field-of-flowers-and-skipping-in-slow-motion-to-a-Carpenters-song kind of love. I look over at Dan, who’s pushing his chicken around with his fork. “How is your meal?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

He shrugs. “It’s okay. You know I’m a pain in the butt when it comes to eating now.”

“You’re a Crush ‘n’ Gusher?”

So Dan and I are eating (some of us more enthusiastically than others), and suddenly I hear, “OW!” Dan puts down his fork and pulls his lip away from his face. “I bib ma lib,” he says, holding his lip and trying to look at it to assess the damage. “Does it loog like it’s bleebing?”

I laughed. Yes, I laughed. At his expense. Right in front of him and everything. “You’re accident-prone today, aren’t you? And yes, I see blood. Lots of it. We better take you straight to the hospital.”

You know how once you bite your lip, it’s hard to not keep biting it when you’re eating? Yeah, Dan had that problem throughout dinner. My poor baby.

By 7:30 we got the bleeding under control. The rain had finally stopped. Outside, children are dressed up in costumes and walking toward the monorail. You know where they’re going tonight? To Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party. Oh man, does that bum me out. I wanna go too! We have costumes and everything! Can we? Pleeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzze?

After dinner, I order the Cinderellabration Dessert.

Our wonderful waitress Melissa bringing me my goods. No, I cannot explain the look on her face either.


It looks like a chocolate crown in front of a chocolate-orange mousse thingee. Well, whatever it was, it was tasty. After dessert, we were full and ready to crash back at the resort.

I guess a water park, heavy food, and multiple accidents tend to wear one out.



Next installment: Day 9. Mischief and Such Behind the Scenes at Epcot

 

[sunny_medford]

Once safely inside, he gives us one final scowl and pushes the raft down the slide.







“I bet the Ride Nazi planned that to happen.”

Bet the ride Nazi was making sure to get Dan's description right so he could radio on to the waterfall guys. They make it look like it's random, but now we know for sure!

 

[Loubon]

Our food is served. One bite of that marinated tofu, and I was seriously in love. I’m talking sunny-day-wearing-a-yellow-dress-in-a-field-of-flowers-and-skipping-in-slow-motion-to-a-Carpenters-song kind of love.

Sounds more like a commercial for some feminine products.

 

[Loubon]

Our waitress is a little freaky, however. This middle-aged woman has plucked off all of her eyebrows and drew them in with marker or something. But she didn’t draw them right; they’re too high and very severe-looking…almost like Seinfeld’s Uncle Leo…there’s no reason to get angry at us lady, we’re only eating here. Hopefully she will use our tip money toward eyebrow implants.

Was this her?

 

[sunny_medford]

(BTW Sher is in WDW as we speak so that is the only reason she wasn't first!)

You couldn't let me relish the moment a little longer?

 

[PrincessV]

Hey, wait a minute…that dude at the far table is in jeans and a worn Iron Maiden t-shirt…now that isn’t very smart-snappy attire, is it? And to think, I left my Dokken shirt at the resort. Now I’m irritated.

What a great image!

Wow, not one, not two, but THREE installments at once?! It was worth the wait, indeed