I'm still Hitman B! As of now, there's 1 % left of the waning crescent moon. During the complete new moon, I will forget entirely about my identity as Brad the Gorilla until the moon begins to wax again. Bear with me, my friends. It's more difficult for me than it is for you. Among other things, this transformation has given me a powerful craving for cannoli. Perhaps the cannoli (should I be so lucky as to get some) will cure me of this affliction.
Ahem. You might want to send me some cannoli, post haste. In fact, why don't you give into the impulse? You'll be glad you did. So will I.
I've been rampaging all over the internet, leaving insightful and scary comments everwhere I go. Meanwhile, I (Hitman B) am featured in a story about Dave, the Frozen Yorkshire Pudding. I wish the story were about cannoli, but one has to make do with what one gets, unless of course one throws what one gets out the window and demands something new.