Am I hearing the Pixie Death Knell yet again, and again, and again, and again and again.??? I shall only believe it when the Oak Stake has been driven through the heart and the silver bullet has been discharged, and then only when the coffin has been lead lined and buried in 25 fathoms of water surrounded by ten rons of concrete..... I might then, get out the best Scotch in a sad (And fond) farewell.
But hark.... who has received yonder Sharpe thrust this tim. Tupela ferfarksache doth utter. Who.?? Do tell all.