Everybody Kermit flail!

And so, boys and girls, we've finally reached the end.  Again.
It took six months and thirteen pens, but we did it.
Now we just have to type all the changes in, and probably make more.
Then we'll see where we stand.
Hopefully on some sort of ground.
(And hopefully it won't take another six months.)

I won't say that I told you so.

But that's what you get for going through that door.
(Though, I suppose you could argue that it's actually good that you did.)
(But I'm not going to.)
(So, so there!)

All right, guys.

We're fifty pages from the end.
I think it's time for things to start going...wait.
Did you just walk through that door?
Never mind.
Good luck.
We'll try this again in a little while.
If you're still around.

I'm going to be late.

I'm surrounded by a parade.

(Yes, that was my excuse for not leaving earlier.)
(And yes, it was the truth.)

So this is what we have left to do.

And will these last 100 pages be enough?
Yes.
Yes they will.
They have to be.

Lucky Thirteen.

Because twelve pens were simply not enough.