How’d about the Sense8’s? We’ll they’re smashing. A real holiday hoot of live kidneys and stalks. My first outing with the 42nd was a bash around the ring, a roller derby romp. It was an easter egg hunt for secret weekey prizes for the higher ups. No frets till the first stop. A wee bit o’ cloth turned out to be the bugger of the batch, but score we did. (took a nap on most of that one). Once back in the game, I helped me comrades score some timely bits (no dog involved). Choas poems from a bar fight, a duster shroud, some lame book of laws that I nicked. All semi easye peasy. Then I put on a hella act for the grey rose. Did some trading from my faction mates for a sensory stone. Then something even I don’t remember, but there was hella fighting done by and by against yor athletic mates who I sorta dug. In the end, it was all chips and winks. Next thing I know, a promo to knight. Whoa, I think I’m gonna like these Sense8’s. My kind blokes. Not a bad gig with the 42nd either. Oh, did I mention, my old mentor showed up for the gigi. I think he’s forgiven me for all the breakage I did back in the day. HMMM. He’s really grown up.