On a less bright note, Jonathan and I are currently on the run from Dark Willow. Luckily, The Slayer's Scooby Doo-esque gang has put us in their protection. I was able to momentarily borrow Willow's old laptop while the "Doobers" did research on helping Willow.
Warren: if you're reading this blog, and I assume you are, please rescue us! or at least me! I know you can't be dead, and I know you're smart enough to trick even Dark Willow. We're at the Magic Box. Also, while in jail, I wrote you this short poem to keep your spirits high and my devotion true:
I am the Chewbacca to your Han
I am So Low without you
You're like Kirk to Willow's Khan
I know you're a Big Bad
But I see the good inside
Even when you're mad
Even when they say you died.
Like Michael Corleone
From The Godfather Part Two
I'll never leave you alone
I'll stay devoted to you.
ANDREW WILL NO LONGER BE WASTING VALUABLE RESOURCES AND MONEY ON HIS STUPID LITTLE BLOG. HE WILL ALSO PROBABLY BE DEAD SOON, SO PLEASE GET LIVES NERDS.
-ANYA