Phutatorius

The two sentences your Phutatorius added to the Novel today:

"The feeling receded from Jerry's fingers and toes, the pain drained from his ankle as sleep's centrifugal powers spun his ideas out of the Realm of the Practicable: visions of pit traps covered in palm leaves gave way to giant sand saguaros pricked with the tips of tranquilizer darts. Bring it on, Mother Pumpkin, bring it on . . ."

What, did you think I just rode the elliptical and ate Wendy's all day?