Interlude: Oh woe. What has come between my Linux loving compatriots; these fools of folly, here among us at LXF towers. I fear the grip of competition, like the smell of sulphur on Io; lovely daughter of Inachus. Let the river of pain not flow between these most affable scribes, for now is not the time. Each wince and urge for victory, rendering a chasm through our merriment, and it is I who sits between these two, who feels the pull of gravity the most. Oh mighty Jupiter, why not pull Io to your misty yoke? You two, let go your violence, and love one another again. Why not try Bubble Bobble instead? Bub and Bob, together in victory.