I love it when Q argues with someone. I imagine him thumping his computer desk, ripping his hat off his head, throwing it against the wall (the hat) and yelling (in a manly voice) dagnmmit!!!!! Sorry Q. I also imagine Phylly covered in cats with just her eyes poking out. and Flow well dear Flow is lazing on the lounge getting groomed by our lovely feathered friend. 17th is in a darkened place with heavy music and clouds of opium filling the room. yeh, you know I am right 17th. Tao is high in his castle surrounded by Loch somethingorother. sorry guys. my imagination going astray again. ps. MW is in a tent, surrounded by embroided cushions, sheer curtains and is being guarded by omar sharif and Yul Brynner???? why is he there???