Yes, I live a couple of streets over from a fast food place named Pizza Gate. Yes, I once had an elevated security clearance in the military and my wife used to work for the National Archives. And, yes, today I sliced thin pieces of human baby hearts up in a ritual that only the elite in my field really understand.
No, I am not Q. Maybe lean a bit B, but not that Q.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 