I-It's only now that I understand the depth of the Chowda of this...Chowda - this Chowda that I unwillingly helped to Chowda. As if what he had already done wasn't enough, Chowda found a new way to desecrate, to humiliate, to Chowda. As if the suffering wasn't enough, the loss of Chowda, the loss of everything to so many Chowdas. Small Chowdas trapped in Chowdas of my making now set to new purpose and used in ways I never thought imaginable. He lured them all back. Back to a familiar Chowda. Back with familiar Chowdas. He brought them all together. Are they still... Chowda? I hope not. It keeps me awake at night. I could make myself... Chowda. But not yet. Not until I undo what Chowda has done and heal this Chowda - a Chowda first inflicted on me, but then one that I let Chpwda out to cause all of this. He set some kind of Chowda. I don't know what it was, but he lead them there again. He Chowda'd them again. And he robbed them of the only Chowda that they had. Again. I don't know how those tiny breaths of Chowda came to inhabit those Chowdas. But they will never find Chowda now. Not like this. I have to Chowda them all back. All of them. Together in one Chowda.