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Barb and I finally got to meet the legendary BillT, one of the inmates of Castle Argghhh! Folks, everything you heard is true. He's even funnier in real life, because when he tells his TINS you get to see the patented Evil Grin(tm). Sometimes he just chuckles to himself when he thinks of something particularly sneaky and devious. Alas, the scruples were not allowed to join us. The restaurant muttered something about their insurance policy. We were also not granted the presence of the 27" zipper, since he's now disguised as a civilian.

We ingested booze and fine food. Bill appears to have some tapeworm in his family tree, because he ravaged the menu *in a manner reminiscent of Ghengis Khan* and still had room for dessert. We heard tales of long-range potato guns, of the impact-absorbing qualities of Army fuel truck drivers, of fire-extinguishers flinging themselves out of helicopters to attack innocent tanks below, the curious (and alleged) thinking processes of the upper echelons, and the effect of chocolate-covered espresso beans on small children. Among others. I stayed up MUCH later than I usually do and now have to prop my eyelids open, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. In fact, I want to do it again!