[Ah, the peaceful charm of family life. The video opens on Lord Akeldama's parlour, decked out as always with its extravagant colors, patterns, and... artwork.

The gentleman himself is seated on a loud puce and aubergine chaise that seems to have been custom dyed to his current outfit. But of course, that's ridiculous. Or is it? At any rate, a fat calico is stretched contentedly over his legs, and he seems entirely at peace. A pretty picture indeed, and very much in contrast to the other side of the room.

On the other side of the room, a group of drones are clustered together, nearly in tears. Hair has been pulled from elaborate coiffures, cravats are mussed, and most horrific of all, their cuffs appear stained with what looks very much like some sort of pureed fruit. The young men cling together, petting and reassuring each other to keep from total breakdown. And in the middle of it all, sleeping contentedly on the back of one extremely resigned looking drone, not a spot on her, is Prudence.

Lord Akeldama gives their plight no weight, continuing his very serious work. He seems to have gotten ahold of a bedazzler and is carefully accessorizing a waistcoat. A child-sized pinnafore, already quite glittery, is laid out beside it.]

[Behold, community, it's your resident prosecutor slash ex-rocker and he's allowing himself to be purposely recorded by you this fine day. He can be seen sitting on his couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table which is where the computer is sitting incidentally...you might be able to see the soles of his bare feet, but only barely.

He looks pretty casual in his jeans, faded Hard Rock Cafe Munich t-shirt, the usual hairstyle forsaken for an easier to manage ponytail. Oh, and look, sitting between his legs almost provocatively is a very attractive little vase and inside the vase is a bouquet of Hepatica flowers.]

When April's in her genial mood,
And leafy smells are in the wood,
In sunny nook, by bank or brook,
Behold this lovely sisterhood.

[Klavier gestures to the flowers almost lazily.]

I've been struck by a flower bandit...though I have to admit it's not bad at all coming home after pulling an all-nighter to find flowers. The right color too I am fond of purple, but trying to pretty up Liverwort is a challenge you know?

Odd thing though, the note didn't leave a name...oh right, the note did say that these flowers mean "confidence"...the language of flowers right?

I wonder what that means...credence, faith, belief, trust...is there an alternate meaning? What do you think? [Yeah, he's asking you, community people]

I'm not sure if I should be on the lookout for a secret admirer...or a crazed stalker.