From the inbox:

Monk,

You absolute bastard. You fucking rock my world. The ring is awesome, I worship it cautiously. Your rope has completely deposed everything else in my rope bag, all the nylon and cotton just sits there hoping to get handed off to a friend 'cause it sure as hell isn't going to get wrapped around someone by me. The nose hook is evil, and demands to be used in a photo shoot. I feel like Hunter S. Thompson talking about a Ducati or Adrian Belew discussing his guitar.

The fact remains, everything I've gotten from you has exceeded expectations, every time.

~Loki