Still can't believe Majuba found me and my compadre in the a.m. of the last day, waiting for time to pass in one of the too-trendy lounges, and instead of telling us off for loitering, he feeds us the goblin brains. It's like all those endless sessions of hacking away at those fetid beasts finally came to fruition in the form of green peanut butter cookies--and I'll be damned if it wasn't worth it. Thanks my man, the cranberry juice was a great chaser, bee-tee-dubs.