But you must still worry about the Part 17 Terrorists, who peek in the window, see you working on your albums, then shove a campaign poster soaked in watermark fluid under your door.
They've already slipped your guard dog a handful of caramels and the poor thing's
still chewing away, unable to bite or bark.
After both of you are woozy and disoriented (meaning you are no longer working on China), they burst in, restrain you with 50,000 hinges (which tickle!), and force you to watch while they re-arrange your collection in Gibbons order. Not a pretty sight.
