May you be forgiven for asking that, son. Yes, alright, I remember Evil Editor. He came to us just a few months old, from the hospital; naked as the day he was born. The nuns took to him straight away, but I thought there was something not quite right about the lad. Turns out I was right, I suppose.Look. We took him in, and we treated him just like any other poor abandoned spawn of the Devil. We clothed him, we fed him, we beat the scriptures into him. But we all knew he didn't really belong with us. He wasn't like the others.
He was a quiet one, but he showed a great gift for the written word very early on. He communicated by pointing. I suppose he showed a gift for editing even then, come to think of it. Sister O'Calorie spent the most time with him. She was convinced he told her we could get by with only eight commandments without losing any of the impact.
We parted company soon after that. It just didn't seem appropriate to keep him around. No, we don't usually keep track once they leave us, but I did see him once, just a few weeks later, when I was having breakfast. It's funny, looking back: I always knew it wouldn't be long before his face was in print.So they found him, then?
