There’s No Escape

     I suppose I ought to have been more fatalistic. After all, it’s an old maxim that when your number’s up, your number’s up. (And a tautology’s a tautology.) But after defeating the last one – it took quite a lot of butter and salt – I’d hoped I could relax. Give up the cholesterol drugs and end my days in peace.

     It seems ‘twas not to be:

     Clearly, we’re doomed.