Filthy Minions, I want you to take a seat.  Right there.  That's it.  Now, I have something kinda important that I want to discuss with you.  No, not "the birds and the bees;" I suspect you already know enough about that.  You see, there comes a time in every podcast's life where things start changing.  Funny changes.  Like, maybe one of their hosts is missing.  But don't fret, this is a completely natural thing, and should be embraced.

No, we are not getting a divorce; I'm just going away for a while.  I'm all out of PFR juice, so I need to take some time to myself.  To reflect, to vanquish new enemies, climb mountains of beer cans, sleep with lusty princesses from other planets, that sort of thing.  Don't worry, Filthy Minions, I will always hate you, from the very bottom of my heart.

I'm leaving you in the very capable hands of Neil HateFuture, so you be nice to him, ok?  I don't want to hear any horror stories when I get back.

Until we meet again, Stay Brutal.

With all the hate in my black, dwarven heart,

Dominus Maximus