Damnit, the idea is to take the wheel out of Dusty's hands. Let's hope this is a Jacque Jones-esque signing.
To fill in space, here's a classy poem:
There once was a man from NantucketWho kept all his cash in a bucket.But his daughter, named Nan,Ran away with a manAnd as for the bucket, Nantucket....
Please finish the poem for my childish pleasure.
Damn, still too short. How about now?