Dave, Fist of Odin I am SO down with this plan, that if I were any drunker I'd be weeping with joy.

I'm not the brains of Odin here, or the eye, or the ear, or even the open palm of courtesy. No, I am the fist of Odin, and if something's happened to His Homegirl, I'm the priest for the job - be it a rescue or revenge, there is sure to be the clobbering.

Let us venture forth!  ¶ 8:35 PM