"Brent from BOLS versus the hobby anitpathy"

“Brent was frustrated.  His Necrons sat in their case one more, weeks after he had decided to breathe new life into them.  His new job had settled into a familiar rhythm and he had mowed the lawn.  Several time since in fact.  The baby was asleep, his wife was at work and he felt the urge to pull his dudesmen out of their tomb.  Except he was comfortable on the couch and he knew that he would end up getting into it so much he’d go to bed late, likely wake the baby and end up with less sleep than was ideal.