Ya know what. Send it, just send it, 56 pages in, cinch 'em down, tight, give the nod, and open the chute.
I'm begging you to finish that sentence please
Make sure herkid isnt around. Might end up hit in back of the head and yer wallet missing when you come to..
Of course it's probably nothing more than a case of a misunderstood, troubled youth...