Welcome to Sepinho! I met sepinho earlier this week, passed out in a hammock with a fishing line tied around his big toe. I was minding my own business, but I noticed that he had a bite on the line, and I felt it my duty to assist the man. I grasped the line, naturally, and attempted to reel the monster in, as any decent neighbor would. I was trying hard to pull the line without disturbing sepinho, and I was succeeding. Five minutes in, I was dedicated to nothing in the world, save my task. I'd made nary a sound, and to be frank I'd lost track of time. Bystanders were wending their way around me, perplexed, but I was unbothered. When I was confident I had the beast well in hand, I risked a glance toward sepinho, only to find that the other end of the line had slipped his toe, and he was nowhere to be found! Peeved, I pulled my last with a huff and felt the quarry loose itself from the deep. What should I have expected? After my effort, I expected a significant reward -- perhaps an octopus, many-legged and delicious? It was not to be, though I was yet in for one more surprise. Rather than a fish, the line had looped around a bottle, and in that bottle a letter! I could scarce wait to loose the cork and read its contents, the lean fruit of my endeavours. What did the letter say, you ask? "See you on Head-Case!" The pique! I think this sepinho has a lot to account for here, gentlemen!