[ oh, dear. someone didn't take their prozac today. he understands the outrage, even a bit of the venom, but for ever as catty as eliot tends to be, there's still a reason why you catch flies better with honey. ]

Granted that there's an obvious need for more action and less talk, don't act as if you're the only one who would rather not get axed or eaten alive by a monster in the woods. We all have better things to be doing, cause of death notwithstanding.

[ he checks his nails boredly. ]

If there isn't information here, then it has to be out there. And if it's out there, we'll still have trouble because it's pitch black and filled with things that would sooner eat us alive and dance on our corpses than help us. Anything else being readily provided is helpful, silver platter or not.