...Unless you want me to make you a pixel-arty icon, then by all means, stay. Have some tea and biscuits. Bring your own tea though, I hate the stuff. We can talk about the news, politics, and the like, until we get depressed and kill ourselves. Or I could, could, y'know, just get on with making you an icon after you've told me what you want. I guess that if I like you enough I could make you a profile picture too.