Oh Mander!

Mander, my Mander.  Like the campfires of Apollo, you've single handedly kept The Shanty burning with your life giving Mander blow.  For this, I've assembled as many Mander kids as I could rally at such a late hour.  They have something that they'd like to say.  By the by, the one in the black sweatshirt even looks like you.

Three cheers for Oh Mander, my Mander.  Have fun at Phish, good buddy.  And while your in Gamehenge, punch Wilson in the eye for me.  Tell Rutherford he's a moron.  Stay away from Tela.  And tell the Lizards to back up their shit next time.