Since Facebook limits the length of Wall posts...

An open letter to Ducksworth-

Hey, remember that time we were rescuing those children from that overtunrned schoolbus and all of the sudden a gang of drunken bank robbers came tearing around the corner in their H2 and clipped me in the thigh as I jumped out to push that old lady of the way, and although I was hurt pretty badly I kept on catching those children as you lowered them out of the bus's rooftop emergency hatch. And then later, after the fire department had put out the flames (since the bus exploded just after you jumped out the emergency hatch with the last remaining child) and after the police had found the drunken bank robbers due to Jenette's quick wits and keen eye (good thing she was there to catch the liscence plate on their getaway vehicle) and after all the adrenaline subsided (nothing like the natural high that comes from saving lives), I realized how badly I had been hurt and then all of the sudden felt kind of woozy, and I was like "Woah, I think I'm going to faint." And then I did, so you held my feet up until I regained conciousness, and then got me some Sprite after I blew Spaghetti chunks? That was crazy, man. I'm glad you were there.

Love,
Steakob