<i>As his <b>itness</b> dawns on him, ratbastid slowly looks around in horror.....
Nudity in the pool. Lobster and bbq cooking. A good time being had by all. None of them realize the horror, the lurking
dread of <b>IT</b> dwelling among them.
Slowly, ratbastid creeps across the patio. Who is his intended victim? Upon whose tagged carcas shall he be feasting? Where stalketh he?
Ah.. His prey is in sight. There he stands, casually relaxing in the sunlight, a drink in his hand. The fool! He knows not what dread tagging approacheth!
Like a ghost in the night, ratbastid sidles up behind.. and... in the blink of an eye... too fast for the mind to comprehend:</i>
<font size=+1>SPECTRE!!! You're IT!!!!</font>