uh-oh:

It should be obvious, by now, that the ETs have a sense of humor. They have been referring to the craft store for years, which I assumed was going to be a witchcraft shop. The picker part is funny, to me, because Connor picked on me about my picker (pendulum). Others have also criticized my pendulum. 

Connor, frail from his wilting ego, plans his next fight, raging, as we speak. Connor plans, Griffin feeds, on tasty bits of tender flesh. Connor will exit the rear of the cave. He oddly picked his last fight with a Goddess and ignorant Connor is never going to take his bag of tricks out again. Lost in his own gas bubble, the lippy hippie hater will burst into flames... CLACKETY-CLACK!