Oh you sad, sad people. Must I shove my point down your throats? Oh also, while the dinosaur refers to you as the Quintet, I am more cultured and have therefore settled upon the moniker "Security Council" for our exalted Five Readers. I was going to call you the Quincunx, but that's a book and it was crap so, the security council you are.
PS You- you're too young for me. Also, I have in my time known many Evil English Boys and even Evil English Noble Boys. And they are all crap. I find this whole thing pathetic. Having said that, please feel free to email me if you'd like my phone number.
Reality has absolutely no place in my life. I'm not sure if I find this comforting or severely disturbing. Discuss.