Originally Posted by veteran_youth

"Zounds! Tis beyond comprehension that thou hast not an inkling of direction in thy skull, to be ignorant of the shining fortress of bargains unmatched, gaudiness unabashed and floors most uneven. I shall say a thousand prayers for thee tonight that the lord might grant thee some semblance of a brain by morning. Perhaps then thou might forgeth a path to the legendary Critical Vacuum. But until that time comes, jeers, Operator, JEERS! I do fear that suburban living has made thee soft."