This year’s last issue of the Nexus is currently in your hands/on your desk/rolled up to swat flies/covered with Sudoku mistakes/layered in your bird or sex cage/being analyzed by the Chancellor’s Office and James Baron for sex or beer referances/killing a man seven different ways/smothered with passionate yer gooey love from A.S. Leg Council/folded into a clever hat/drunk…

Thursday’s Forecast: The ‘human grows tired of listing the 1001 ways to use a Nexus, and instead focuses on it’s number one purpose: Providing a sexless, anonymous Weatherhuman with a home.