Nik has done so many trades that we've sort of become one of those old married couple that you see sitting silently together in a restaurant.
We've basically got nothing left to say to each other -- or you.
For this trade, I made Nik write a song about bARTer Sauce:
When I can't throw it away
When the wife says it has to go
When I'm convinced it's possessed
and it creeps out even (Edgar Allan) Poe
To the basement of Bartersauce and away
To be given new homes
To the unsuspecting
