An organizational update: we are at exactly Tank minus one week as of noon today. The CFO continues to soldier on, barely. Not sure how much longer she can take this especially since Tank seems to really enjoy punching her various assorted organs. He might be a boxer when he comes out; apparently he’s got tremendous reach. Bladder, kidneys, spleen, lungs, brain — he nails them all repeatedly with lefts jabs and right hooks. According to some reports he’s also been observed trying to chew his way to freedom. He won’t get far without teeth, but through her grimaces the CFO might argue that he already has at least a few.