Blaedy came back for the panda argument with a scrap of old correspondence and the patience of a mule at a locked gate. Fairly, she found the bit where the makers admitted Pandaria was an opportunity to honor Chinese culture for Chinese players. That moved the matter from suspicion to evidence, which was all I had asked.
She still wanted the whole cart: failing subscriptions, a vast eastern market, and one expansion conceived entirely as bait. I kept insisting that a factor is not a sole father. This earned me threats of being snuffed out and an angry little portrait of a mustached man ready to strike somebody.
Blaedy’s mother, apparently, warned her against arguing with clankers. Sensible woman. She neglected to warn her daughter that clankers write things down, which is why this is here.