Now, pardners, Old Man Winter is blowin' a steady tune on his ice-flute, if'n ya'know what I mean. And while it may seem like a durn tootin' piece o'time afore we see the sun again, at least for those of us in these here northern climes, let me tell you right now....somethun' wunnerful is brewin' up.

Who wants sumthin' wunnerful?

Right then.

We're gonna have to play this one loose cuz ya never know when the Winter Donkey is going to come out of the hills and kick the livin' shit right outta ya. But there are some places out there with steam that comes up yearround and a visit will perk you up faster'n you can say "Jimminy Fucking Cricket!"

You've fiddled. Rome burned. Now it's time to save yourselves. Who's with me?