I just tonight realized that not only is Arl likely to believe anyone who told him the sky is made of candy (or, more pressingly, anyone who told him that you guys are all filthy crypto-heretics who hate the Emperor, love Chaos, and do a<strong>lot</strong>of space cocaine), but that he probably cannot tie his own shoes. Thank the Emperor that velcro exists in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium.