... that most o' ya are far too busy with yer own concerns. Not that I'll be lacking fer company or work as I needs to be cathing up on what was done by who and when with the fellas at universtity. Here's ta the hope that yer all better soon.

Cheers all.

Take care, Gaedel.

Always and e'er, lad.

'Tis nae as if I'm going anywhere a bit o' spark cannae be spared ta send love notes here. All the same, I cannae see making it here thrice daily when tha only one speaking is me.

Oh my. From your avatar you appear almost as hairy as I.

I just wish I could understand what the heck it is you are saying.

Mr. Glas, my friend would like to know if you're familiar with a gentleman in Chicago by the name of Tommy O'Harlan.

Nae Lad. His uncle and cousins are men known ta me. A bit of thunder and lightning but only a bit.

Too late, Irish. You're talking to a corpse. A really, really crazy corpse.

Edward did batshit crazy and utterly reprehensible things, yes. That doesn't change the fact that in the brief time I knew him, we were friends.

I hope you're at peace now, you crazy bastard.

I have to go cry now.

There is something inherently creepy about reading a reply to a dead man.

Really creepy.

I never knew the guy but didn't he go on a rampage? Something about getting dumped by his girlfriend?