  "Look At Me! I'm Joe. I Can Spell And Do, uh, Other Things Too. " My "talented" friend Joe C. (I wish it was the dead midget) informed me that Tuscan Raider is actually spelled Tusken Raider.
After which, I informed him that I don't give a shit and that he should die in a most horrible manner for pointing out my shortcomings. I'm not going to be lugubrious about misspelling the name of a fictional beast. Especially since the way I spelled it worked so well with my "raiders from tuscany" joke.
I will, however, hunt down Joe and violently void the feces from my bowels into his trombome. And then I will laugh. Don't Forget! Today's is the last post for at least nine (9) days. Sorry to leave you hanging. Wait... No I'm not. Fuck You! Have A good week, losers! 
