Bink: In times of distress I want to play WoW the most!
But I'm in distress because Chloe and I are fighting, and my kitty paws aren't articulate enough to play well without her!
Bink: Well I could at least log on...
Um where's the gear?!?
The useless RP items?
Valuable crafting materials?
The *sob* turnip punching bag?
Bink: Somebody cleaned us out! The only thing here is one piece of mail! Let's see what it says.
Bink: (reading letter) "Hey Bink, I deleted all our stuff. - Chloe. PS - You're fat."