astropolis  

you bright red, bearded bastard! we're lost!

preposterous! how dare you insinuate i've lost my sense of direction! i've guided teams of reindeer through fog thick as porridge!

lot of bloody good that does us here where there's no fog, no up or down, and, most importantly, no bleedin' reindeer!

calm down, fellow, calm down... all is not lost

really? why's that?

i just realized i've been using your diary as a suppository... one bite of this laxative bar and we'll be out of this mess in a jiffy!