Fortune smiles on those who dare

It isn't going to do us much good to bicker and spit about who it was or what they've been eating lately, so in the interest of moving forward, let's all rise, leave the room, and come back in a few minutes while this candle burns the air clean. After all, I never promised you a rose-garden. While we're up and around, we can do a lap or two around the building, allowing us to jostle our constricted genitals that they may swing freely, and to shake loose the fabric of our trouser-legs so that they may once again be wrinkle-free. Better still, let's lose the slacks altogether and do a nakey-run out to the neighbors' mailbox and back. In the event of bee-attack on the way, we've got one of those five-gallon jugs of calomine lotion in the library. What can I say, I love the smell. Afterward, we can regroup here and continue belittling the lesser races behind their backs.