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Last night I dreamed of running a game of Toon for my old friend David Q Conibear, dead by his own hand some 31 years ago... which seems like both a long time and a short one.  More than half my life ago; more than Dave's own too-short lifetime ago.

All of the player characters, and the principal antagonist, were cows/bulls.  Which led my dreaming brain to suggest that the game would end with a bos fight.

I wish that I wasn't coming up with bilingual puns in my sleep.

In the dream, Dave got the joke.  The other players didn't.