uh-oh. this means i'll have to decide either between Ridley or Terry next time 'round. Holy moly, hard choice.
Did I just type "Holy Moly"? That's what you get when you try to censor yourself. You end up sounding like an idiot.
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!