Why I don't drink tea.

Looking in my teacup today, I'm quite sure that the leaves didn't say "Die, Ron, die," but I'm also sure there was a Grim there.

Now what do I do?

Seems only reasonable to flee the country and never stop until I drop dead of a heart attack. All in all, I'd rather be pursued by that bomb from Transmetropolitan - the one that looked like a kid with no head that was trying to kill Spider Jerusalem in the "Freeze Me With Your Kiss" story arc.

Not that I know anything about Transmet. *whistles innocently*