Sooooo, can I return to being my inappropriate self now? I didn't feel right talking about poop or Ciller's solid wang until Fishers was found. I kept having visions of Fishers waking up in a deep hole in southeastern Oklahoma wearing pantyhose and lipstick, while some good ole' boy told him to "put the lotion on it's skin." Now we have to look at your face on the side of a milk carton for the next couple months.