I don’t know if I can take full credit for this, but I’ll certainly be meeting them on the field of glory.

I know this might concern some of you, with fears of occupation and enslavement by a horde of beret-and-suspenders-wearing circus rejects who will force you to play charades for the rest of your lives, but fear not. They’ll never set foot on the coast. And the only box they will be trapped in will be made of pine!

I want at least nine of these. Don’t ask why. And don’t try to figure it out on your own either.

There has been some conjecture as to my involvement in this.

Think what you will. I will neither confirm nor deny it.