As foretold in the prophecy.

But several weeks behind schedule.

I know, I know, this is a terrible habit of mine. Teasing you with sandwiches, then delivering only after you have gnawed at the chains that tether you to the posts in my basement, losing all your teeth. At least you have the comfort in knowing that these sandwiches are soft. Possibly still animate, and with their own teeth. At no extra charge.

Provided, of course, you have a KWIFK membership card. Otherwise it’s like, forty cents a tooth.

Hang in there, champ. Maybe you’ll have those chains off by Thursday.