Oo, don't worry boys, we'll be out soon, and meanwhile I think I have almost got this place. Almost. Oo, poor bastard--auto erotic asphyxia, May 12, 2020. I'd hate to be him. Aren't you glad you're not him, found dead of having an elaborate wank by someone with a camera and Internet connection?

...where was I? Oh yes. [She pauses to lean against a giant mushroom.] Meanwhile the hedgehogs have staged a rebellion and someone fired a pepper gun at me, but then the wind shifted. Poor things.

I'll be back once this is over. I'm glad that you're safe.