This game has sunk in your opinion, but the rest of us seem to be rather content with where we're at.
I tried to tell you, repeatedly, that you were wearin' thin on several players here, WMC. You thought the ol' redneck was just being a jackass. Quite the contrary, partner. Only thing I want to accomplish is actually growing the participation within this Fantastic Word Game, and that required pryin' it outta yer death grip.
That's happened, now. The rest of us that are still playing (and I am truly sorry that my barnyard nonsense sent Silkie away to the sidelines, btw) seem to be having a much more enjoyable experience now. That last one, from the High Chief, just so happened to be at yer expense.
With that said, and this is about as cordial as it's gonna get from the beer swillin' redneck, won't you please dust yerself off, brush that salty chip off'n yer shoulder, and join us? I'll even retrieve yer life-size cutout of Olivia Newton-John, and the beautiful tropical plant, outta the corner office so you can take them home and enjoy them after a hard day at the retail gig.