11 days. Still not word one.
Except for the thoughts of Jack dealing with an alien farting duck. Things are not good, people.
ETA: Heh heh heh. *quack* *fart* "Siler? Hand me your wrench."
OMG, I've gone DUM! :(
ETA2: Because a farting duck is the quickest way to get the UST on.
I'm dead.