At long last we have arrived. The last day in the Week of the Killer Quizzes. I would be sad, only I think I'm sick of knowing stuff about myself. Who knew? I thought I could delve into the Heart of the Mystery/Mystery of the Heart (sorry, David Duchovny...or is that Arthur Dales?) forever and not get bored. But. I was wrong. With any luck, I'll not be tempted by a quiz for some time to come.

Right. As this is the last day, however, we'll go out with a bang---that is, with four quizzes instead of the usual three. GASP! Sev, old bean! The parchment, please! And a drumroll if you can manage it. ::long, low sigh accompanied by departing slither of robes:: Oh, well. Never mind, then.

( Crabby? Moi? )

( I bet they had chocolate, too. )

( Czarina, you're gonna love question #5.... )

( It's Ar-teest, not Artist, if you please. )

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