Whew. I finally caught up with this. My main comment: I'm enjoying the story, and look forward to reading more when the author has the time to post. I enjoyed seeing Piggy chop the guy on the phone. I find people who talk loudly on their phones annoying--and as a public transportation rider I hear a LOT of that--and talking on the phone in the bathroom is just disgusting. "There's one phone I'm never gonna ask to borrow." Seymour is really starting to creep me out. Reading about him outside the theater door, I remembered the time police came to my door one night because they'd picked up someone peeping-tomming outside my bedroom window. I want to tell Seymour to get some flippin' help, 'cause that's just messed up. Fleet Scribbler is starting to become a slightly sympathetic character. I feel that this is wrong. If I can't hate the little twerp, what constants are there in the universe?!