R.I.P to the duck that dropped dead right outside the Nexus office two nights ago and lay there awkwardly for almost 24 hours before being picked up by a man who I can only hope worked for janitorial services. During its final few minutes on Earth, Mohatma Mallomar the Mallard engrained itself into the heart of every Nexite, as it lay prone on the cold, wet cement. He (or possibly she) will be sorely missed.

P.S. I really, really hope you didn’t have the bird flu since I walked past you a good half-dozen times without wearing one of those weird Asian masks.

Friday’s Forecast: The ‘human spends the weekend investigating the possibility that the duck was murdered. After all, if you were murdered, what better place to collapse than just outside a newsroom…