Meanwhile, our hero realizes that the hour is fast approaching. He stops the mighty John Deere, crosses the field to the simple, yet proper farm house, goes in, boots up his computer and even though he is met by the noxious haze of yet another choking Hammarian bid, manages to place his own, sweet smelling, air clearing bid.
+65
Just in time. The world is safe again.
I really need a cape, a really cool set of colorful tights, and a hot chick as my faithful companion.