"friend" of mine, with the help of the Cellar's very own Kitsune
By the way, Rakarin, I like how you've worded this -- it somehow removes my guilt, which is both cleansing and somewhat dissapointing at the same time. Well, at least you found and removed all the Hello Kitty stuff we placed around your apartment. You did find the Hello Kitty, uh, "Neck Massager", right?
That's not your lost pager that is buzzing under the cushions of your couch.