(That's to annoy McSwain.)

Draft, the first, she is complete!

Yes, I mean it. No, I wouldn't kid you. The last page of the SEN has limped into life.

Now, of course, we must assemble The Editor's Toolbox.

Armed with hammer, chisel, scalpel, and a brand-new bottle of Wite-Out, we must commence beating, carving, and deleting the text until what's left of the carcass resembles something like a story.

If that doesn't succeed, well, I posses both lighter fluid and a box of matches.