jeez...

strand is like frickin' rasputin. we started the killing process at 12:01 a.m. eastern standard time, and we've been going at it for about eleven hours now. we're all like "dude, just die already!" but we're stabbing him and bludgeoning him and kicking him and poisoning him and unnaturally aging him and drowning him and cooking him and it's not doing any good! don't get me wrong--he's being really whiny about the whole thing, but our plan to deliver his corpse to the local bakery has yet to see fruition.

rest assured, though--we are Mumblecrust. we may not be able to expedite the process, but strand is eventually doomed.