Iron Tangle Chatty Chat

Donut here. My bodyguard forgot, once again, to send out the train tickets. Again. The one task I entrusted to him, and he botched it like a toddler juggling knives. I stood there, humiliated, ticketless, while the others boarded with smug little smirks. Does he enjoy watching me squirm? I was left floundering in a sea of logistical despair while Carl, that bipedal disaster, gallivanted off like a discount gladiator. Embarrassing. Mortifying. Unacceptable. Anyways. Even though this is late notice (because SOMEONE can’t handle basic coordination), I suppose we’ll still gather. We’ll be discussing the events of the Iron Tangle. Yes, those events, and per usual, in style.