It was a singularly bad poem. You'll never get to see it if I don't repeat it here. Not even Leno would use this stuff. But here it is, so you'll know...why I laughed so loud that people came to see what was wrong.Chris, fair Chris, now hear me out,My heart is pining for ya.I am so blue, from needing you,The fairest Peach, in Georgia.Nothing means as much to me,As the bonny fair lass named ChrisI beg ye now, come make my day,And join me in wedded bliss.EvanAnd, if that wasn't enough, the guy. ‘You’ll be pleased to know there is at least some area of ignorance we share. My hope was that I might find Beatrice here in your villa. In that I was obviously mistaken.’ ‘So what are you going to do now?’ ‘I don’t know, Paul,’ said Vashti with absolute honesty. ‘I don’t know what’s happening to the ship and what’s more I don’t know what’s happening to me. Could I just rest here for a while?’ ‘Of course,’ said Paul. ‘Would you like a cup of tea or something?’ ‘Tea?’ wondered Vashti. ‘Are. No sooner than I set the mug down you had possession of the puck again. You passed to Mark, and he scored. You guys cheered and headed back to center ice. You waved up at me and I waved back. We said nothing about assists.'Oh well, may as well get some use out of the thing,' I thought. I nonchalantly squeezed my hand concealing the remote. I felt the unit come to life as it filled my insides with soft vibrations. I was pleasantly surprised at how quiet the device was. I had worried the hum. I arranged to meet our member after my arrival, which was nice to know. I encouraged her to do whatever she felt that would make her the most comfortable and with my approval they invited someone to join us. He arrived first and we got a chance to get acquainted with each other, talk about experiences we have had, and general stuff like that.It was not long before my guest arrived and we had a great talk about how I got involved with this group and some of its history. I think it was fun.