Ann: Cleansing notice, page-5

yes but my storms are large dynamic positively charged systems of low pressure that whisk up share prices and shareholders and pour them up into the stratosphere well outside the forces of gravity... shards of light pour through from the heavens and offer the happy gliding holders a golden hue... these storms are rare but do happen!

I’m pretty sure that if Q saw my storm he’d be down in the basement furiously whittling pointy sticks, toasting small furry animals and itching & scratching at hairy palms waiting to come out and terrify the villagers...

But hey we each get to choose our own storm.