Oh, and now that you're pissy, I can fathom no more 75 minute phone calls whining about not getting pics of your stock on time, and not getting weekly updates about your stock, and not being hand-held through the reshaping process?

Damn... by the end of the second of those, when I was trying very hard to be diplomatic and tell you that he was trying to gild a turd you sent, I was tempted to fly to AK and burn the damned stick of firewood myself.

Vagisil would do you an inordinate amount of good.

At this point, your decision is easy:

Sue, or STFU.

Whatcha gonna do (other than b!tch and moan, that is)?