So the devil and I made our deal, he promised to help me in my quest, but only time will tell if his assistance will be for the best. With a puff of smoke and a flash of light, we set off on our crazy, wild flight. Down the track we chugged and puffed, with Oreos in mind and poshies rebuffed. Thomas the Tank Engine led the way, as we raced through the night and into the day. With a whistle and a toot, we arrived at our goal, the answer we sought in a shining bowl. And so, with the devil by my...