Georgie remains in a Coma, but at least Kevin's Transcriber is working properly, finally - and here's the latest:

"I'm pretty sure the last time I was able to share my Thoughts with you, there was something Amazingly Important I was going to tell you, but as you might remember, I was Rudely Interrupted by a Technical Glitch, and now, I just can't remember what it was that I wanted to tell you. I think it had something to do with Something-Something or Somebody or something, but I dunno.

Wait. Was I about to ask if somebody could get that *CENSORED*, Nurse Beeatrice to stop putting that Unripened Lemon Juice in my Feeding Tube? No...I don't think that was it. I think I must have already Mentioned that, beecause she finally stopped doing that after I overheard Ph.Bee, the Hive Doctor, inform her (and not in an overly Nice Way) that including Unripened Lemon Juice in my Forced Diet was Medically Non-Advised.

'The Patient,' I heard him say, 'could easily suffer a wide range of Unpleasant Digestive Side-Effects from the Bitter Juice, and you must Cease Administering that Juice at once. What this Patient needs,' he told her, 'is another dose of Caffeinated Honeysuckle Nectar. That would most certainly help contribute to the Patient exhibiting a Significantly Improved State of Wakefulness, possibly,' he told her.

'Fine,' she said.

Actually, if the Doctor could have heard me, he would have known that what the Patient (that's me) needs is to have somebody figure out a way to feed me some of Great Grandma's HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™. She was here visiting the other day. It was nice to hear her Voice and everything, but did she think to bring me some of her Cookies? No, she didn't. And ever since then, I've had this Intense Craving for them which, as anyone who has enjoyed one of her Cookies knows, are Insanely Delicious and (as I overheard on the News beefore I went into my Coma, possibly Addictive to the point of beeing Illegal. Her case is Pending.) I miss those Cookies. A lot.

Also, and while I've got your Attention, I'd appreciate it if somebody would tell Ph.Bee that when he puts that Caffeinated Nectar in my Feeding Tube, it gives me a Highly Uncomfortable Upset Stomach and makes me want to run to the Bathroom which, in case you might Imagine, is mostly Difficult for somebody who's in a Coma, which I still am. Thank you.

And by the way, I'm guessing you might bee wondering what the *CENSORED* happened that put me into this Coma, aren't you? From what I've heard - and from what little I’ve been able to Remember so far - there seems to bee some sort of Controversial Debate over what, exactly, Transpired that put me into this *CENSORED* Coma, and it's something that needs to bee Fully Explained. I just wish I could do that, but right now, my Thinking and Memory still seem a bit Fuzzy, but I can Assure you that I'll get to the Bottom of all this, or my name isn't... isn't... .

How long have I been like this, anyway? And how much longer am I going to have to lie here like this? I would like somebody to tell me at least that much, ya' know? Seriously now.

I'm feeling tired. And I wish that *CENSORED* *CENSORED*, Nurse Beeatrice, would either move that Lamp that's shining in my Face, or just turn it Off already. That thing is On all the time, and it's beeyond Irritating. I can still see all that Light even through my Closed Compound Eyelids, and it makes it hard to Sleep.

Now that I think about it, I'm... "

— LOST CONNECTION —