Oh we've only just begun.
Oh God yes. Personally speaking, I have given myself Permanent Residence in this glorious bejeweled pixieland parfait of a thread. A tenured chair, from the comfort of which I will dry-hump the glorious bedraggled bastard up and down the main promenade, through the brambled thicket, up the khyber, in and out of the tradesmans 37 dozen times, out and around the Cape of Good Cock and, if anything's left of my raging 4mm stiffy after all that, up and down the main promenade for another heaping helping of consensual rape on the instalment plan.
Should take about 4 years I reckon.
Without resorting to coarse gloating, of course.
After the Grin & Goad campaign of the preceding 68 pages, just before Everything Went Black, it's the least we NZers could do.