Kharma,
You beautiful old bastard - glad to hear from you, even if you're wearing 2020 harder than a lot of us.
In fact, it's been so bad that I'm willing to publicly confess to missing you and hoping you'll make good on that threat to get back into your long-suffering Asp (who truly thought it was in the clear, let's be honest) and come fly again. Even Dawg's persuaded Helen to let him play with his joystick again. I believe her exact words were "I'm bloody surprised it even works anymore". Took Tor about 3 hours to work Dawg into some kind of functional condition - much booze and hee-hawing required.
And anyway. Lots of new puppies on Discord for you to get your tummy rubbed by. We have been keeping your spirit alive by occasionally swearing and spitting and threatening to sing cheery songs out of key while blasting them with plasmas. They're a fucked up lot, though - most of them just get optimistically aroused by our Father Jack-like behaviour. You really did leave us very big shoes (flip flops) to fill.
Really is good to hear from you. All "jokes" aside, glad you've been holding up - have sent well-wishes and thoughts your way occasionally - if you need some old, familiar drinking buddies every now and again to lean on and talk shit and old times with, you know where to find us.
Much love. And Sanitiser. Which, amusingly, in our case isn't a new thing for 2020 at all!
Socks xx
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