Thursday, 29 May 2003

Practically every day Gavin gets post. Quite often there are parcels. By now he must have accumulated many times his own bodymass in post. Given that he is still able to get inside his room, I posit that he either a) burns all incoming mail or b) is building a giant robot to do his bidding over at Rebekah's.

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