It would appear that
Sam Logan has once again thrown down the gauntlet. Sam is a scoundrel and a ruffian of the lowest sort, the kind of fellow that Colin Meloy would sing about if he were prone to graphic, vulgar descriptions of sin and vice.
No more time for words tonight- I am too busy saving damsels tied to train tracks by the nefarious Logan, too preoccupied with foiling his plans for a moon-based magnifying glass laser contraption. Ours is a titanic struggle.
See you Monday!
